Stare Into Space

I can stop any time I like

Posted on | January 11, 2009 | 6 Comments

Perhaps foolishly, I bought my wife a Nintendo DS thing for Christmas.  Since then, she’s been getting pretty full-on with the whole Nintendo thing but she was, at least, keeping it under control.  Then, last night, I did a favour for a friend and, in return, he gave me a cartridge thingie with a shit-load of games on it.  This additional cornucopia of Nintendo goodness has pushed my missus over the edge.

Since about half past nine, she’s sat on the sofa, furiously tapping on her little DS touch screen as I try to drink beer and watch the whole fifth series of Peep Show (a hugely worthwhile endeavour, relatively speaking).  Eventually, half an hour ago, she said she was off to bed.  At least I got to see the extras without any tapping.

Rather disturbingly though, when I went for a wee a couple of minutes ago, I noticed she had decided that she wasn’t quite tired enough for sleep.  Sitting, in a darkened room, bathed in the dim, blue-white light of the tiny, twin DS screens, she sat, tap-tapping away.  After expressing my opinion that it’s not right, I asked what could possibly provoke such preoccupation.


She’s tapping into the night, making virtual cakes.  Jesus wept.  She’s got a Mario-Monkey on her back.


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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