We’ve been sorting through every single piece of junk in the attic recently in preparation for moving; this one brought a particular smile to my face:
Yep, my first compiler. I’d kept the sales receipt inside the box – bought in August 93, for £46.94. That makes me 13 at the time. I didn’t even know what a compiler was, but someone had told me that since I’d been doing BASIC for ages, I really had to get a compiler and learn C. It sounded interesting enough to make me determined to get one. I can’t remember how much pocket money I got back then, but I remember it seeming to take forever to save up for it. My dad bought it through the university so I got the educational discount, which must have saved me some further weeks of waiting.
Here’s the back of the box:
And with objects, program maintenance becomes a snap.
The golden era of object-oriented optimism!