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I am not your typical man, I suppose. If I would have been born in the age of cavemen and cave women and cave painting and cave humour then I guess I would have been the one caveman at the camp who didn’t know how to light a fire and who didn’t get immense pleasure from chasing and murdering large and scary animals that deserved it for eating all our babies and children. But still, that’s the way it is for me. I am still a man, don’t get me wrong. Everything is more or less in the right place – possibly a bit to the left: my heart, of course – but I am alright, me. I think. I hope.
One thing which makes me unlike my mates is my distaste for driving games (as well as jobs in beirut, where it seems you can’t sit at a desk for ten minutes without being kidnapped, or is it just me?). I am not big on them. Give me a beat-em-up any day. But there again, these kinds of games do have their uses, so they are not all bad.
One of the ways in which driving games helps is…Well…They help you to learn to steer (especially ones where you use a little wheel in the air and actually imitate a real driving experience). I was recently chatting to a science-boffin about just this, and he told me that there is actual evidence to suggest that this can help people to REALLY drive, like on the roads. Now, I don’t know, but that’s pretty cool, isn’t it? It means that normally dangerous people can be inside away from everyone else, and hopefully then they might be able to go out on the road without putting others at risk!