Sponsored by PlayStation Classic
Why is the arrival of Christmas the only thing we count in sleeps?
Really we shouldn’t be counting anything in sleeps, because we are grown-ups, and as grown-ups the primary units of measurement are pints, pounds sterling, hours of sleep lost, and the metric fucktonne, the universal unit for measuring bullshit, of which there is lots.
But even as we speak, people are counting down the sleeps ’til Christmas, because it’s a free country, even for them. But let’s expand the genre. For example, there are 133 sleeps until Avengers: Endgame, and just 134 sleeps until all the Marvel fanboys take a long look in the mirror and realise there’s nothing left for them in life.
There are 690 sleeps until the next US presidential election, where Donald Trump will almost definitely get reelected, after which there are just 1,463 sleeps until he’s out for good, assuming democracy is still in fashion then.
There are 1,465 sleeps until the 2022 World Cup Final. It should be something like 1,312 sleeps, but y’know, Qatar.
But most importantly, there are just six sleeps until I go on holiday and can stop thinking of nonsense to fill up this part of the quiz.
This week we’re very happy to be sponsored by PlayStation Classic, the original grey PlayStation console reimagined for 2018.
Twenty stone cold classic games preloaded onto a new mini console that plugs straight into the HDMI port on your telly – no messing about with obsolete cables and RGB nonsense.
We had a ’90s gaming round last week, but we’re going all out with a triple threat: ’90s history, ’90s music and ’90s movies. You’ll be feeling more ’90s than a Tamagotchi clad in double denim.
