IN the 1970s arcade games were super. Most kids knew a friend of a friend who owned an actual stand-up video game in a big metal box. Others (let’s call them spoilt cousin Danny) had Intellivision. Others had an Atari, the most fabulous of all the home gaming machines. Children wanted one. But which one would mum and dad buy. Which one would your big brother crave? The game makers knew: the on that would get your laid. Sex, it seems, can sell anything:
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