All this reminiscing about old IT hardware had me digging in the loft for my old Toshiba T3200 'portable.’ Plugged her in, and to my surprise, up came the orange plasma screen. After a not insignificant time the mighty processing power of its Intel 12 MHz 286 CPU had MS DOS up and running.
Time to see what delights were hiding on its capacious 32Mb hard drive.
Way hey! World Tour Golf!
Well for the next few hours, it was the 80’s again. But even the jarring muzak of the game couldn’t totally drown out the incessant noise of incoming text messages from my mobile.
The poor old Toshiba had fought valiantly, but was no match for today’s technology. So with a heavy heart and an unsettling hankering for a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 and a slice of Viennetta, she went back into her case.
I swear I caught a whiff of kouros aftershave and Moores menthol cigarettes as I shut the loft hatch.
Sleep tight old friend! I’ll see you in another thirty years..