The guy running P&P lives fussy, at his desk with his daily paper, ice tea just so. Everything’s covered in handwritten instructions: the Label Crazy Blast City I’ve posted before, the tiny washiki toilet with its triangular basin/cistern, and this old Astro, who’s been told what to do its whole life.

This arcade isn’t retro – just old. Bet their Mr Driller’s been cycling attract mode since 1999.

In this multicoloured kiddy playground of a hotel game centre, the yellowing of the candy cabs is most probably due to the wholesome forces of light and time, rather than the usual nicotine and sweat.