I’m about to say the thing you’re not supposed to say. My nine-year-old self who would cut cardboard dual pistols out of cereal boxes and somersault off my bunk bed would feel betrayed. Current me, who looked high and low to find Croft Apple Larazade like it was bottled from the Fountain of Youth, doesn’t want to say it out loud. But here goes … I might actually prefer Uncharted to Tomb Raider. (&...[Read More]
Let me take you back to June 1999, a nine-year-old girl blows out the candles on a birthday cake decorated with an image of a brunette woman sporting a braid, green tank top and dual pistols. Cut to 2019, that same girl, 20-years wiser (sort of) and several iterations of that character later, sits down at a desk adorned with merchandise that nine-year-old could only dream about calling up and orde...[Read More]
This week I got my hands on a PlayStation Classic. No, I didn’t need one, I’ve got a perfectly functional original PlayStation, a stack of games and two Raspberry Pi devices hooked up to my TV to prove just how much I didn’t need one. But for 15 quid in the Amazon Prime sale, not buying one felt like the less sensible option. Plus, it’s just so damn cute. But being cute doesn’t necessarily make yo...[Read More]