Let’s go back to 1999.
I was a slightly weird chubby boy trying to figure out what this life was all about. Most of my time was spent playing on my computer. My favourite crisps were Seabrook Canadian Ham and I didn’t understand why the world was going crazy over Pokemon.
17 years later, and absolutely nothing has changed.
Pokemon Go. The app that has unfortunately brought Pokemon back into our lives.
When I started this blog I didn’t anticipate writing about Pokemon. I didn’t even think I would use the word Pokemon again, ever. I thought that bit of my life was over, I thought I’d never have to see Pikachu again. Well I was wrong. I was very wrong.
I never got involved with the latest crazes at school. It was too hard to keep up. I was always the kid who was at least one, sometimes two crazes behind the rest. For example, I remember finally convincing my parents to get me some Pogs just as yo-yo’s got really big.
Nothing worse than being the kid with a pocket full of Pogs when everyone’s doing a cat’s cradle with their Pro-Yo 5’s.
People are now using Pokemon Go more than they are using Twitter and its safe to say its a world wide phenomenon.
Here is a picture of a chicken in a library:
I had a go yesterday. I caught a little moth thing.
It wasn’t as good as I thought it was going to be. I walked around for a few minutes to see if I could find anything else. Which I didn’t.
It was nothing compared to the thrill of the 45 minutes I spent on a 2p machine in Scarborough in 1999. I was trying to win a strategically placed shiny gold Pokemon card (which thinking about it now was probably fake) to show off with at school. I didn’t win. It didn’t move. It was probably stuck on. The great thing about losing on a 2p machine at the seaside is the doughnuts. Love those little seaside donuts. 5 for a quid, bargain.
Just make sure you don’t eat the first one straight away as they are the hottest thing known to man.
When I caught my little moth yesterday. I struggled to see what all the fuss was about? What am I missing? I think I am a little bit out of the loop because I missed it the first time around. Maybe I just prefer 2p machines and seaside doughnuts.
Here’s what happened when something called a Vaporeon turned up in Central Park:
Maybe you have to be really into it? Maybe you have to be an American?
Whatever I am missing it seems the world disagrees with me and that catching Pokemon is the best thing you can do in 2016 on an iPhone. I say do what makes you happy. If catching pocket monsters floats your boat then knock yourself out.
I reckon it’s a load of Pokeballs if you ask me.