It’s the hottest day of the year so far and when offered the chance of going anywhere and doing anything, the kids have opted for laser quest. Not just indoors, but industrial never-see-the-light-of-day indoors. I’ve left them to it and so am passing time in reception awaiting their return. I know they are doing okay because the leaderboard updates in real time. Your Nan has scored hundreds in seconds, Nboy is a respectable second and the others are somewhere in the middle. A Toilet has yet to land a bullet.
Off to my left is the arcade, a smorgasbord of flashing neon breakdancing across my peripheral vision and a seascape of sound crashing along my ear canals.
I can see the attraction, but not feel it. My eyes are hooked just as my ears are repelled by it. It brings back memories of childhood summers - rolling 2p coins ceremoniously into a machine in the hope of dislodging the already gathered throng. We never hit the jackpot, but then I guess we never needed to.
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