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About Me

I'm the proud father of the bundle of joy that is Spencer, and I'm now a freelancer writer, after more than six years building Eurogamer.net into the splendid games website that it is today.My lot in life is to tell you what games to buy, and the ones that should burn in hell.As you might have guessed from the gigantic list of bands and movies, it's not the only thing that gets me out of bed. Cereal does too. Mmm porridge. Mmm muesli. Mmmmuffins.Thanks to this lovely job, I've been around the world and I, I, I, though that mainly consists of going to the West Coast of the USA. Randomly you end up in some flash hotel in Dubai, Tokyo or Kiev dressed inappropriately. I am the videogaming Bill Murray.However, Bill never had to suffer the agony of Norwich City (or England for that matter). After four seasons of misery as a season ticket holder, I declined to renew - and now the fact I live in Brighton means that rather miserable pasttime is consigned to a relegation dogfight. Just like the Canaries, in fact.I heart music, but music rarely hearts me. I write the odd godlike genius song and then never play them to anyone. One day when I'm dead someone can discover that I was rubbish after all. Singing other people's songs is good fun, though. I like that sort of lark. Then I can blame the songwriter if someone doesn't like them.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Interesting people with a brain (being nice is optional - but it's not a prerequiste to me liking you). People will excellent music taste are a preference - those with a thirst for having their preconceptions challenged get first dibs.People with a slightly unhinged, possibly dark gallows sense of humour.Politically correct people can leave via the nearest exit. What a noughties curse that is.

My Blog

How quaint. It's MySpace!

When I first posted up on MySpace, it was semi-intended as a means to document Spencer's interesting developments, and muse on them appropriately.But then a few months later I was thrust into single p...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 14:31:00 GMT

Home Alone 2

I've fallen out with MySpace. As a means of dipping into the lives of minor league bands, it still essential, but as a friends network tool, it's pretty crap and no-one I know (apart from Marcus) seem...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 14:48:00 GMT

Spencer can walk!

That's right, the little man took his first unaided steps last week, and in the space of a week can now confidently march around the flat, cheering himself every time he makes it to a leaning post wit...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 15:52:00 GMT

PS, I hate you.

Not you. I don't hate YOU. Well, maybe sometimes when you're being an utter cock and trying to be clever and slagging me off in that jokey way that you think is funny, but is actually quite spiteful.A...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 15:09:00 GMT

Old man, old friends

Ben GS and Jim are coming over today - some old school buddies I've known since 1984, which is faintly terrifying when you see the numbers involved. Since I last scribed, Jim has become my neighbourin...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 01:33:00 GMT

It's m' birthday

Well well, 34 today, which officially means I've 12 months left before I become part of the next demographic bracket. Not sure what being 34 is supposed to feel like, but, by default, I'm having to b...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 16:45:00 GMT

Please, please, baby lemonade

Jebus. It's reformation city and I'm the mayor. Recently we've had The House of Love, Pixies, The La's, Mother Earth and Cud....now the Woodentops have reformed to play live. What ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 00:53:00 GMT

My first father's day

...was spent face down on Caroline's couch extremely tired thanks to spending half the night in Holburn police station trying to get Jess' stolen camera back. The massive fry up we had probably contri...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 02:22:00 GMT