The past is catching up with me. That last post has unleashed a torrent of time tapping on my shoulder. How else can we explain a day out devoted to Sonic the Hedgehog?
Back in the 1990s when I was at Liverpool University I shared a house for a year with the sister and girlfriend of the bass player from a band called The Boo Radleys (are you following this? Keep up, it's not that hard).
When said bass player would go on tour, he would leave his Sega Mega Drive at our house for safekeeping.
When the sister and the girlfriend (two separate people! It was not THAT rock 'n roll a household) had gone to bed, I would have a go on the Sega Mega Drive.
And thus I spent many a happy midnight hour in the company of Sonic the Hedgehog, until the band got back off tour and I got shoved off the controller.
Now The Boo Radleys have gone to the great Indie Chart in the sky, but Sonic the Hedgehog lives on in the shape of games, merchandise, even bedding. And last Saturday we were invited to check it out, as Sonic hit Mercedes Benz World in Surrey.
The other thing that happened which totally weirded me out at this event was that my tiny baby child DROVE AN ACTUAL CAR.
OK, she's not that tiny but still, she's only 13. Not usually an age known for legal driving.
One thing I found out when writing my book about fear of driving is that older learner drivers can sometimes really struggle. So I intend to encourage both my children to learn to drive as soon as they're 17.
But that's 17, not 13.
What happened was - Mercedes Benz World offers a supervised driving experience for under 16s, and children over 150cm were allowed to take part.
So at 153cm my babychild was allowed behind the wheel. I now have video footage both of her as a newborn baby and drivng a car. HOW CAN THIS BE SO?
Modern life is moving too fast for me.