Blog, blog, blog. It is an odd position to be finding yourself in, when your back’s no longer to the wall, and yet the day job is still meant to be in a state of panic. That said I’m utterly exhausted now, and yet its bonfire night. I should be wandering around in undknown muddy…

One frickin piece of freelance keeps coming back to haunt me. Didn’t have time to do it properly, and now every few seconds I get flashbacks to it. Such a hideous piece of work, the game and the copy I was forced to write. S’called Far West, and I plead that friendly bombs come and…

Title Impossible Creatures Not since “Plumbers Don’t Wear Ties”has a game inspired such diabolic cackling in the PCF offices. But in a good way. Web System Requirements: Body 550 words Microsoft normally find themselves stereotyped as monsters by the online community, for twisting every little thing to their ultimate profit. It’s nice to see someone…

Terror of a day now graying out behind me. I frickin hate getting things quite that wrong – reminds me of university days, and my lackadaisical attitude back then. Not that I’m any better now, but it’s lazy with self-knowledge this time around.

Oh I’m knacker’d again. Everything feels like I’m swimming through fog, my memory fails me every other second, I find myself lost thoughtless just standing or sitting. Another late night of mind-blocking work – an excellent way to stop all the thoughts that rush in when work everyday, the million things I ab-so-lutely have to…