Ludological Lamentations
A SOLO SECOND WIND?
Each month our in-house agony aunt, Ben Maddox, answers your ludological lamentations
Words by Ben Maddox
Q. Dear Ben,
Looking in the mirror this morning I noticed how grey my hair had become. I remember the first grey hair I spotted. I grinned at the interloper. A silver flower, alone in a field of richest gold. I decided to let him live, not realising that, in a few short years, my head would look more like the high summer seed pod than the lion head of the spring dandelion. The fact is though, I’m fine with it. I have matured into verdant middle age and wear my years comfortably. So much pressure departs as your internal rings increase. I no longer feel the need to be cool. I don’t have to dredge up pretend delight at things I don’t really care for. Also a rapidly fleeing libido is far from the curse I thought it would be. There is one problem though. One cloud that hangs over my middle years and promises to drench me and that is my gaming time.