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Posted on 12 September 2011 by

Damn, I had the beginning of this post all worked out in my head, sitting neatly alongside the just-for-fun rom-com script idea which burst into being over the weekend and the early frame of a grand theory of being which … Continue reading →

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Posted on 7 September 2011 by

I’m in the studio again, the wind outside, with a bowl of ice cream and ready, and yet… The typewriter moves when I use it, the oak so clean and smooth that the carriage shifts the machine around as I … Continue reading →

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Posted on 6 September 2011 by

I’m sat in our studio at the bottom of our new house in a village we now call home. The typewriter my wife bought me is on the gorgeous old oak desk we found on eBay and then had to … Continue reading →

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Posted on 31 August 2011 by

Starting this post was as much a struggle as starting any work of note has been recently. I wonder if as my brain comes to realise the enormity of the task ahead of me it’s seeking escape, as if all … Continue reading →

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Posted on 3 August 2011 by

Be a man about it. How do you step up to that requirement? Where are our male, father role models who have taken that in a direction which fits with this world? Maybe there aren’t any, maybe the question of … 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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Posted on 17 April 2011 by

When I got my first job as a videogames journalist, I think my mum found it quite pleasing that I’d ‘proved her wrong’, that my not-so-sensible option had come good. Another favoured memory was the wry comment a friend’s mum … Continue reading →

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Posted on 16 April 2011 by

My mum, and no doubt a lot of her generation, were keen to see their children achieve in qualifications – to succeed in terms of recognisable and bankable entries on a CV – because the world we’re surrounded by isn’t … Continue reading →

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Posted on 13 April 2011 by

I’ll start again, where I left off, with the half-doubted memory, my mother’s well-worn anecdote. 1988 (I’m sure now this was the year) and I’m sat, not even 8 years of age, watching that awful scene unfold – the starving, … Continue reading →

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