uring our familys holidays in the 1980s, most of which were spent at classic English seaside resorts, I spent all my time and pocket money trawling the arcades. From Shanklin to Blackpool, I played them all, attracted by those vast bulb lit frontages, the enticing names Fantasy Land! Treasure Island!, and of course by the bleeping, flashing video machines within. And while I spent many hours on the staple classics – Pac Man, Galaxian, Kung Fu Master – there was one particular game I always...
