There’s a nice thing. My walk to work (sounds like a 1930s soviet/1940s UK slogan – Walk to Work! – accompanied by picture of Stakhanovite male striding into picture) is becoming a theme of these posts. One of my two routes takes me across a pedestrian iron bridge that’s almost as wide as it’s long.…

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.