Amazing Adventures

Amazing Adventures: Episode 87

King.Com is the largest casual gaming site that I frequent escaping reality into the cyber world of virtual reality. Here I play with opponents and friends that I have made from around the www globe.

Some of the games and some of the interaction with players are the addiction, and we are all escaping from life as we know it to find solace and enjoyment in games people play, like scrabble, card games, ball games, even pinball wizard and ten pin bowling. It is amazing what computers can do.

There is a game called Amazing Adventures, and in fact it should be called I Spy, it is nothing like Indiana Jones ( I got a hat like that). I do think the Computer Games marketing sections often have a power surge of excess binary code .

However Amazing Adventures do prompt me into remembering my amazing adventures and yes I have had a few. There was the time when Helen swam out to rescue Ian my eldest , drifting out with the football, real Baywatch style. There was the time when Graeme my youngest at 9 froze at the breakfast table and started turning blue, fortunately my kiss of life eventually brought him round, and what did the doctors say “good job you were there”. Now he is 6’4”, but that was the worse moment of my life, he was dead for a few seconds.

King’s games take you to Luxor (been there Karnak Temple), the Pyramids (been there Galloped around them and the Japanese Nikon camera tourists – Hadush, Lawrence of Arabia- huh!).

I have not survived the Amazon, because I have not got that far, I have driven from Vegas to the Grand Canyon in an open top Mustang, thinking I would see John Wayne, Custer’s 7th Cavalry and Sitting Bull’s Sioux Nation, any minute on the horizon. I did later dance the eagle dance with the Navajo. Another claim to fame was seeing Whacko Jacko looking at dolls in a toy store in Vegas in the 90's. The "we love you Michael" crowd was held back, he was dressed in the heat in black coat, black hat, sunglasses and a scarf. His kids wore butterfly nets over their heads and feathered masks over their faces. He looked at the dolls for almost an hour, I could see him through the glass windows, bizarre.

Arnie was much better, more normal, his cigar in this Santa Monica restaurant was huge about 12 inches, wish I had one that big. Interesting, as California had led the way about no smoking. But I guess the would be Governor was allowed to break the law. Arnold Schwarzenegger then sitting at the next table, only 5'8" without the Alan Ladd platform shoes, so I towered above him and so did his friend a big fat lady who greeted him with an embrace that squeezed the air out of his lungs and almost ejected that huge Cuban smoking device. Literally big fat mamma succedded in raising him off his feet, like no other action enemy had done before on the screen. Conan the Barbarian, one of my favourite films, was now slotted into a reality check, as the cheque for our meal arrived. True one of his arms equalled both of mine put together, but he was as you see him, grin and laugh a minute, hahaha yeah.

I have flown a 1941 Tiger Moth bi plane at Duxford Imperial War Museum, jocks away, tally ho Roger Wilco, stop calling me Roger, Wilco..

I have also fed the elephants who get extremely randy with bananas , their trunks and their noses at the end of their trunks. Really Paris Hilton is amateur by comparison. This was in Thailand of course where Health and Safety has not gone mad and spoilt it for every one, and after riding one for about an hour, and not like at the zoo just up and down, no through the forest with Mowgli at the helm or head. Mind you even the baby elephant weighed 2 tons and could push me around like no one has pushed me around before.

Also in Thailand, I visited a little fishing village and was escorted like Livingstone to the chief’s wooden hut on stilts, with one red carpet in the middle of the solitary room. I wanted one of his men to take me in the low long boats they use to go round the Islands featured in the James Bond movie. Such friendly people, that was a real adventure, and doing what other tourists would never do, I also gave them more ££ than they asked for, it was that exhilarating.

New York, Paris, London, Venice, Rome and the rest, knocked over by the crashing Pacific waves, found my way to San Jose Dionne Warwick style, ah wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo, wo. I didn’t wear flowers in my hair in San Fransisco, but I did have flowers on my scooter in the streets of London in the Hippie Mod ‘60s.

More tales when you are sitting comfortably next time.