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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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I’m struggling to maintain a coherent thread here, largely because I’m trying to simply continue any train of thought, but also because I’m getting lost in point-making or setting up arguments or attempting to draw conclusions. What I should just … Continue reading

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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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