I used to have a Sega Game Gear.I bought it from an affluent, young family who begged me to take it away from them before it destroyed their lives. They’d got it for their son, who turned out to be more interested in catching toads and sitting in cardboard boxes. Mummy and daddy then became addicts. This was understandable. It ran possibly the best version of Sonic The Hedgehog ever written. Fortunately a burglar took it away from me after I had completed all the levels, but before I became another victim. It is important from now on that someone is around to slap me whenever I go shopping in a place where this is going to go on sale.