And back when I was still glued to a Commodore Amiga most weekends, The Secret of Monkey Island was probably – nah, definitely – the game that made me realise there was more to these video game things than shooting down spaceships or leaping from platform to platform. It was far from the first successful point-and-click game, nor was it the first of Lucasfilm’s titles to bring humour to the fore, against a backdrop of graphic-adventuring. But it was the first one I played and palpably connected with – and it’s one that I still return to semi-regularly, finding it just as entertaining, rewarding, and as funny as it was in the early 1990s (albeit without so much disc-swapping).