The only computer game to which I dedicated a serious amount of time was Lemonade Stand. It quickly became apparent that I lacked the requisite hand-eye coordination when I accidentally starting selling mugs of steaming, hot Bovril on a day when blistering temperatures were predicted. I did the sensible thing and put my stand under voluntary administration and vowed to never again go into retail.
These days, the closest I get to playing a computer game is when I try to defrost something in the microwave. And it's a good thing too because, as far as I can piece together, modern games are all about hurling frozen chickens at stolen cars.
Alas, it seems that there's more diversity in the market than I expected. Take, for example, Far Cry 4, a game where the objective is to find a salon that will do a decent head of foils before your roots become too noticeable. I've even heard that there's a secret level where you're offered a treatment to lock in the colour.
All I have to do now is decide whether I want to play as the hairdresser or as the blonde, chicken hurler. It will all come down to which role requires less hand-eye coordination.