Z is for ZX Spectrum memories. Today’s collection of alphabetised tidbits is topsy-turvy and liberally sprinkled with childhood memories in honour of Clive Sinclair, the computer pioneer and electric vehicle visionary who died last week. Like many of my generation who ended up either making games or assaying them, when I was happily dabbing rubber keys in the 1980s I had no idea I was also shaping my future.
Every Friday at 1300 hours, Tally-Ho Corner’s cleverest clogs come together to solve a ‘foxer’ handcrafted by my sadistic chum and colleague, Roman. A complete ‘defoxing’ sometimes takes several days and usually involves the little grey cells of many readers. Don’t be shy. All are welcome to participate.
Unlike the formidable Friday foxers, the Monday kind are designed with lone truth sleuths in mind. While Roman, my Chief Foxer Setter, would be very interested to know how long it takes you to defox the following brainteaser, he requests that the comments section isn’t used to share solutions or drop hints.
The mingled aroma of fried onions, candy floss, suntan lotion, and avgas can mean only one thing. Tally-Ho Corner’s very first air show is underway! I recommend you deploy your camping chairs and/or picnic blankets swiftly as the flying machine set to open the display is just seconds away from gracing RAF Fordmadoxford with its presence.
Every Friday at 1300 hours, Tally-Ho Corner’s cleverest clogs come together to solve a ‘foxer’ handcrafted by my sadistic chum and colleague, Roman. A complete ‘defoxing’ sometimes takes several days and usually involves the little grey cells of many readers. Don’t be shy. All are welcome to participate.
Unlike the formidable Friday foxers, the Monday kind are designed with lone truth sleuths in mind. While Roman, my Chief Foxer Setter, would be very interested to know how long it takes you to defox the following brainteaser, he requests that the comments section isn’t used to share solutions or drop hints.
A minute’s silence in memory of the demo disc, if you please. Coup de grâced by broadband, the wafer of wonders* that once clung lamprey-like to the front cover of almost every games mag is no more. Denied these monthly mix tapes, the gamer of today is, I reckon, less inclined to reconnoitre and genre-flit than their predecessor. Because in 2021 you rarely find yourself installing lacrosse sims, leporine Settlers clones, and puzzle games inspired by Hungarian folk art out of boredom-tinged curiosity, there’s less chance of unlikely love affairs blossoming.
Every Friday at 1300 hours, Tally-Ho Corner’s cleverest clogs come together to solve a ‘foxer’ handcrafted by my sadistic chum and colleague, Roman. A complete ‘defoxing’ sometimes takes several days and usually involves the little grey cells of many readers. Don’t be shy. All are welcome to participate.