Review: Senna

When we were kids, my dad went back to college at night and got a PC to type up his thesis on. My brother and I were allowed to use it to play games on, though for a long time we only had one. It was a Formula 1 racing game and we always played it together, even though it was designed for a single player. Whoever sat on the left would man the brakes (the spacebar) and navigate using the small course map at the top left of the screen, while the one on the right used the arrow keys to steer. I still remember Eoghan making a screeching sound one day as he leaned (somewhat unnecessarily) into a corner, so excited to be in pole position that he'd forgotten the word for "brake".

I'd forgotten about the dim evenings we'd spend in front of the computer, up in the converted eaves of our attic in Palmerstown, so engrossed in the game that we could swear we smelled petrol and red-hot tyres on tarmac. Until last week, when we watched Senna.