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Happy Halloween from Lars Croft: Tomb Raider. 🔫🔫🎒

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Given the effort my mum went to for my grandad’s 78th a few years back, it came as no surprise that his gangster-themed 80th was a typically understated affair.

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I recently found my old Pokémon blue cartridge and, as it happens, I actually did catch ’em all! (With the obvious exception of Mew.) This segues rather nicely into the best and nerdiest thing I have ever purchased, to wit:

…a full set of first generation gym badges from Sanshee!

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The tagline reads Tomb Raider: A Survivor is Born, though quite how Lara Croft survives this one-woman production of Saw is another matter entirely. After being half-drowned, punched unconscious, strung upside down, set on fire, and falling twenty feet to the ground only to land kidney-first on a rusty spike of rebar, we’ve officially entered the first five minutes of the game. And, for poor, beleaguered Lara, it only goes downhill from there. Thankfully the same can’t be said of the game itself, which succeeds in being one of the most enjoyable Tomb Raiding experiences since Lara first welcomed us to her home in 1996. (more…)

A year ago, I played Heavy Rain on the PS3: a title which I had almost unilateral praise for on account of it being so strong a champion for the cause of games as a legitimate form of narrative. Despite its seven-year vintage, therefore, I was more than willing to try out Quantic Dream’s previous effort (and Heavy Rain’s spiritual predecessor): Fahrenheit – or “Indigo Prophecy” as it was somewhat stupidly rebranded in North America – released for the PS2 back in 2005. After my first hour or so with the game, this clemency seemed well-rewarded: the story is involving, the thrills thrilling and the mysteries suitably mysterious. How this murder mystery cum occult thriller devolves into a battle between an ancient Mayan cult and a clan of virtual cyborgs is, therefore, a mystery in and of itself – and also a tragedy. To wit: the tragedy of how I would come to hate the second half of the game roughly equivalent to how much I loved those first, halcyon hours I spent with it. (more…)


Hallo and welcome to the eighth and final Famous Five Friday! Gosh, we’ve had some larks. But fear not: while our time with the wholesome fivesome might be coming to a close, you can relive all the magic with the numbered links I’ve added to the top and bottom of each entry, and this spiffing new, easily-navigable home page. So – for one last time – let’s break out the ham rolls and ginger beer and set sail with Julian, Dick, Anne, George and Timmy for grand adventures on, and off, then finally once again on a Treasure Island. Wizard! (more…)


…or, at the very least, might have had second thoughts about recording the entire process. Nevertheless, we are but one week away from revealing Uncle Quentin’s lurid secrets to the world and George’s glorious ascension to middle classdom. Forthwith: our penultimate adventure with the intrepid fivesome. Tally-ho! (more…)