Is it a sign of impending old age if you wake up one morning to discover that the latest Playstation game you’re addicted to is Tiger Woods PGA Tour 2003?
Surely there’s some mistake here? Shouldn’t I be rampaging the streets with GTA3, or stealthy infiltrating with Metal Gear Solid 2? Why has the fact that I can get up and make a cup of tea mid-game and not be either arrested or shot, become an influencing factor in my choice of game?!
And its not just me. Everyone I’ve played it with has gotten addicted too, even my wife. She’s on it as I type. I’ll stop now so I can go and wrestle the controls off her. St. Andrews beckons…