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Last weekend, I set up our PS2 Slim. It's white, aside from the controller which has turned an unfortunate tobacco yellow. My Grandma's living room ceiling as I remember it in the 90s, reborn in peripheral form. I'd bought a couple of PS1 games from the junk bin, and was keen to see if they worked. Ridge Racer Type 4 is as stylish today as I imagine it was back in 1998, and the bundled-in upgraded version of the original game is a lovely extra. Saga Frontier 2 is not a game to be enjoyed in five minutes, or possibly in any number of minutes, but I did have fun with the packaged-in demo disc, featuring Racing Lagoon and Legend of Mana. My curiousity sated, I decided to switch to some PS2 games. So I removed the PS1 memory card and inserted the black PS2 card that came with my original, fat PAL model. I had a look at what was on there, and my evening quickly descended into nostalgia. It was packed with not just save-states, but reminders of times, people and places. A gaming