That's a generational thing, I suspect.

Back when you and I were playing Space Invaders, Pacman, Centipede et al …

As the games got more sophisticated, outstripping the facilities of our early home computers to reproduce … as we stood there, taking our turn to nurse the carpal tunnel syndrome in our prematurely eighty-year-old wrists, whilst another of us played Razor Fight II, The Slashening … I observed to some friends that, later in Life, it would not strike us as at all unusual to go to a games arcade and find ourselves still there, still playing games, aged fifty or above.

Of course, I hadn’t imagined at that point how sophisticated the technology would become nor above all, how cheap and ubiquitous it would become so that we all effectively have an arcade in our home … but I was still right: I’m still playing games today … and so are you and your brother.

Give it another twenty years to quarter of a century, so that we are the oldest generation alive … and you won’t hear so many people making that criticism any more, I don’t think.