Toomanywires

There are two certainties in life. The first is death, and the other is that your Nintendo DS Lite will power up the next time you turn it on. I spent the first two weeks of August back in the UK. It was a delightful trip spent with family, largely outdoors, enjoying a summer the likes of which I can't recall. Glorious sunshine every day, and barely a cloud in the sky. It was a trip that was long overdue, and one that I was in no rush to return from. Anyway, one afternoon I tore myself away from the fields and spinneys of rural middle-England to empty a cupboard and have a good rummage through the games I'd left behind when we last moved to Japan. Several boxes worth, which my mum has been good enough to hold onto these last few years.  When we moved to Japan in 2016, I took my current-gen games and most of my handhelds; I brought my Virtual Boy because I'm a show-off. Every last Saturn game made the move with us, but almost everything else retro stayed behind. I can't