Last night I managed to crash into a brick wall, somersault into a sandpit and fall head-first into a river. I also bounced off a giant mushroom into the arms of a giant penguin, and shattered into a million unlucky pieces.
This all took place from my friend Chamelles sofa. Not bad hey. I was playing a computer game with her daughter, and I'm embarrassed to admit, I was utterly useless. Even my friends eleven year old daughter could not believe how rubbish I was. (I was at my friends house last night with birthday card and present for her daughter.)
"Mum!" she called to her mum, "Nikki is even worse than you!"
I just can't get the hang of those driving games. I'm far too heavy handed and I have great difficulty trying to stay on the track and not stray into unknown, deadly territory.
Whatever happened to 'Roland on the ropes' on the green screen Amstrad computer? If I do say so myself, I was fast and successful at this. Up and down the ropes I went, collecting treasure for points, and bullets to shoot the ghosts, bats and other not-very-scary-looking creatures. Computer games were pretty basic then, but I didn't humiliate myself playing them. Now they're far too technical and confusing!
Never mind, you can't be good at everything, can you?! I think I should stick to my card making. Far less dangerous.
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