My sad predicament began back in '96 when I fulfilled a childhood ambition of owning my very own arcade game. By '98 I actually had a machine to play it in. And somehow by 2001 the experimental hobby had snowballed into a consuming addiction in which every spare moment of my time would be spent repairing, buying or selling old arcade boards. When it got to the stage where I could hardly enter my front room for all the boxes of PCBs lying around, I realised I had a serious problem. But moving to a larger house wasn't really an option so a touch of self-discipline and rehabilitation was called for. This is my story...
