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Posted on 28 April 2011 by

Many of the easier-to-recall memories I have from my childhood that are coming back now are to do with fathers. Not just father-figures, in the friends I’ve often looked up to and modelled myself on, but other people’s fathers. One … Continue reading →

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Posted on 26 April 2011 by

So that’s that out the way then. Except that there’s plenty more besides for me to recall and cringe, but to throw it all out now would be more of a gluttonous confession than a useful exploration. What I want … Continue reading →

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Why I stopped writing

Posted on 19 July 2010 by

Or, how forums and comments gradually eroded my capacity to give a shit about videogames journalism. Me and my girlfriend have been talking a lot recently about ‘the quest’. That undeniable feeling that there’s meaning out there to be discovered, … Continue reading →

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