Anne Frank's blog
Technology eh, how it moves on. I remember when the loading screen of Daley Thompson's Decathlon on my 48k (yes 48k, hadn't even heard of a megabyte then much less the surely impossible gigabyte) Spectrum was so wonderous it made my jaw drop (after several failed loading attempts due to the volume on the cassette recorder - whatever happened to those - being set to the wrong level; these kids don't know how lucky they are with their instant loading X-Boxes). The loading "wailing fax" sound was kind of cool in it's own way too. Who could forget several hours typing BASIC jargon just to play a feeble Pong knock off (or not, I could never get those bastard things to work. A single incorrect character or a wobble of the power pack and it was mission abandoned in favour of taping Radio 1 Top 40 by putting the aforementioned cassette recorder up against your dad's radio). And what the hell could "POKE" possibly mean?
Imagine how history would have been if technology had advanced at a more accelerated rate. Yarns taught in school would pan out a lot differently "so Anne Frank escaped to the attic with her laptop...." or "The fire brigade arrived promptly in Pudding Lane after several bystanders rang for assistance on their mobiles".
Imagine how history would have been if technology had advanced at a more accelerated rate. Yarns taught in school would pan out a lot differently "so Anne Frank escaped to the attic with her laptop...." or "The fire brigade arrived promptly in Pudding Lane after several bystanders rang for assistance on their mobiles".