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Nintendoids
I never had a Nintendo Entertainment System (NES) or a Super NES Console. I did, however, own a Nintendo Gameboy at some point. I followed that up with a Nintendo 64 and finally a Nintendo Wii. I also (somewhere) own … Continue reading
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Flood!
I was 12ish, me and my family I had an Amiga 500 (not 500+, not 600, and certainly not 1200), Xenon had been played to death and Menace just got impossible. I was impatient! Gaming was far more creative back … Continue reading
Posted in Nostalgia, Vidya Games
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Zombies, yeah!
Zombie, zombie, zombie! Zombie-tastic! Zombie-licious! Zombie-rama! The Zombiemeister! Zombie-riffic! I do enjoy the presence of zombies in films, be they the tear-arsing sprint bastards on 28 Days Later or the dullfully incompetent and slow brain-eaters in any of Romero’s back … Continue reading
Camberwick Green
Isn’t that made of people? Barring confused book/kid’s TV references, what other subjects did I think about as potential blog-mines? “Daft Punk” was one, maybe the first, I wasn’t really keeping track. Absoloutley no lifespan in that one, gave up … Continue reading
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Reclusive widows. If only you were one, Jan Moir
Come on. Think about it. Your husband has just died, you are on your own and you are feeling lonely. In order to solve your issues (being alone), you need to go out and meet another man. Now, I’m no … Continue reading
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Cat, bag and deep water body
It’s a new garden, the lawn is in reasonable nick and there are no flowers or plants yet because we’ve just moved in. It’s no golf course fairway but it’ll do. My back is turned, I go to make a … Continue reading
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The Devil’s in the detail and nostalgia is evil
The joy in doing anything is doing it to the best of your ability. Corners are easy to cut, especially in this age of spell checking and hired help. Doing this ‘blog’ will probably take me longer than I should … Continue reading
The cat. In the fucking hat.
Let’s begin where it all begins, the start of any beginning, the portal to any story or journey. Lets enter the word fortress from the lexicographic portcullis. Now the story ends. The end of the tale, the reader now evacuated from … Continue reading
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