Your first console is like your first girlfriend. You never forget it. I remember very clearly. I saw her standing there, all alone in a corner. Being young and all I realised this was my true love. Ok, she had a square face and not a pretty body. Subtlety was something she had never heard of.

But I was young and in love. I thought it would last for ever. At least, I hoped so. We were going to see beautiful times, laugh, and experience adventure together. Yes, we were really made for each other. My friends laughed about it. You weren't my type, they said. But I knew better. It went well for quite some time and we had fun for years. We shared love and pain and for a moment, a very brief moment, it looked like the fairytale would last for ever.

But then fate struck. A new bimbo entered the game. She was more beautiful, tighter and a lot sexier. I was immediately sold and again I indulged myself in the art of love. This time things were completely right as it couldn't get any better. My parents knew better. After a couple of years I can't say they were wrong.

I didn't cope long without love. The story of my life. The never-ending circle starts again. A tragic story? Maybe, as despite that my new discoveries always looked better I still remember my first love. The Nintendo 8-bit was truly a great console. Snif...