Did you miss me yesterday? I know you did. Don't pretend you didn't keep pressing refresh all day waiting for my daily blog entry.
For this, I apologise - I hate to disappoint you so.
Today I'm going to be talking about my gaming addiction, or my fear of being consumed by it.
Similarly, I've never owned a Playstation, or an X-Box, or a Wee-Wee or whatever they are called.
I haven't for a reason - I would become addicted way too easily.
As a child I did have an Amstrad 64K, on which I played Treasure Island Dizzy to reasonable excessiveness when I was about 11 years old. And I briefly had a Sega Megadrive as a 14 year old on which I played Sonic The Hedgehog until I got bored and gave the console away (Mum & Dad wouldn't buy me any other games & I was more interested in spending my pocket money on Panini sticker albums at the time).
But since these innocent times, my interaction with computer games has always been brief but scarily intense to the point where I've had to go cold turkey to get away from it.
Three Instances brought me to the realisation that I'm a freakish addict when allowed unlimited access to computer games:
Since these worrying dalliances with the dark world of gaming I have actually spent the last decade of my life pretty much free of this pursuit.
As you also interact with other players to gain and grant gifts and extra levels of play sometimes you have to post things on your Facebook wall in order to get access to them. So strong is my addiction to this game that I don't even care about looking silly by posting these messages. Indeed, just an hour ago all my facebook contacts were informed about the perfect Morning Glory I'd grown this morning.
My name is Fantastic Mr Ox, and I am a Computer game addict.