My nineties best friend lived in Dulwich. He had a lovely, big house, and a lovely, big living room with a lovely, big telly on the wall. And he had a PS1.
And Tekken 3.
We used to fight - in the game, not in real life (although once we did have a real life fight just before we went into Religious Education one time) - for hours on end. Hours and hours and hours over lazy summer holiday days that seemed to go on as long as a Tekken 10-string combo before crashing to a halt when I'd notice the time and have to run home, hopping on the bus to the dreary doom of my PS1-less room.
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