Witness the dazzling awe of yesterday's computer
It's all too easy to fondly recall your youth, when your parents bought you an Acorn Electron and you showed your appreciation by buggering off to Stuart McGhee's house to play Paperboy on his Spectrum +2.
They don't make them like that anymore because, and you can argue the point if you like, computers back then were rubbish. No doubt in 2040, some half-arsed satirical consumer interplanetary intermaweb will denounce 2010's computing efforts, but least our adverts aren't going to be as dreadful as these examples:
"Right, so this cult horror chick only famous for her tits has a chainsaw that has your Windows-based software as its teeth."
"That makes precisely no sense whatsoever. Where do I sign?"