About the design
on February 20, 2009
In 1988 I was 13 and just big enough to pass as older. I could get into any Arcade I wanted, and that made me cool. Only the cool kids went to arcades. Whilst my more studious and less interesting school friends sat at home reciting Shakespeare to pushy parents, I was talking up girls with names like Donna and Vicky. Whilst I chewed gum and blasted faceless aliens on the machines the girls would talk about who was cool at school, who they would snog, and more. They were good times. I belonged. And now, if you look at the high street 'with the right kind of eyes' you'll see the mark we left on society.