These are the clothes we're going to wear to see SEGA tomorrow.
Is it time to get up yet? No. Bollocks! Must try to get some sleep. Go faster, time. Go faster!
Today's the day! Hurry up, toaster! We're off to see SEGA and mustn't be late.
Six minutes until the train arrives to take us on our beautiful journey!
These other travellers look miserable. That's because they aren't going to see SEGA! If you could see our face you'd see a BIG SMILE!
This is the ticket machine at the underground station nearest SEGA. Just think, Yuji Naka may have pressed these buttons! We wonder if he got confused because every button doesn't do the same thing like they do in his games?
Leaving the station! Are we out of breath because of all the steps, or because we're excited?!
There's a petrol station just down the road. Just think, Yuji Naka may have stopped here on a visit and bought some buffet pork pies and Monster Much for his lunch! Perhaps he bought a crazy English magazine, too, and got confused about which weird English coins to pay for it with!
We're about to turn onto the road that SEGA's office is on!
This is the road SEGA's office is on!
We're a bit nearer to SEGA!
And a bit nearer!
There it is! That's SEGA's office! You can just make out the logo on that grey building in the middle. At this point we were still excited about going to SEGA, but at the same time quite sad that we seemed to have been walking for AGES and it still looked really far away. Perhaps that is what the old TV adverts meant about getting to SEGA taking AGES?
It turns out that SEGA's office is along what is essentially a motorway. Walking down motorways, even to see SEGA, is never fun. We console ourselves by thinking that Yuji Naka may have walked along this very motorway, only realising some time later that he probably would've taken a taxi.
We're a bit nearer.
The office is a bit closer now, but still looks quite far away.
A bit further down the motorway. It's a cold day and we wished we'd splashed out the six pounds a taxi would've been, like Yuji Naka may have done.
We really are nearly there now. It's just down there on the left. Sadly there were lots of people standing outside the building smoking cigarettes, and there was no way we were going to take photos of the office while people were looking. We wouldn't want SEGA to think we were weird.
Holier-than-thou attitude about games dropped in favour of religious support for the local community. This is an EDGE we can like! And may we also say well done to all the young people who raised £638 for the Disaster Appeal at the Car Wash recently.
And a big thank you to pantomime villain Electronic Arts for giving us an industry hate figure to unite against.
Oh lovely little Dreamcast,
You are the best,
Oh lovely little Dreamcast,
You're not the best,
What's that, Shigeru? It's real? This is an ACTUAL PROPER GAME that's really coming out and NOT a joke at all? You've REALLY sold Mario's arse to EA for a few magic beans? Wow, that's a new record depth you've just plummed.
Days regain some sort of coherent structure. No more getting drunk at 10:30am to help the day whizz past. Going from eight meals a day back to three. Less chance of developing Type 2 diabetes. New jumpers to show off. Leaving the house again! Exciting! Have they built any new buildings since we were last outside?! Nice break from all that wanking. Comparing new MP3 players with everyone. Going back on savoury food. The feeling that you should be doing something MORE with your life is replaced by the more familiar feeling that you should, in fact, be doing LESS. eBaying Christmas games for drugs money. Spending all day posting on internet forums feels slightly more socially acceptable on January 4 than it does on December 25.
A site about games and game paraphernalia and how nothing's as good as we remember it, probably because we used to inhabit a FANTASY WORLD.
What are we half-heartedly skimming RIGHT NOW?
Each post .02% worse than the last.
THE HTML ERAS
When men used to till the pages by hand.
12 years of wheat and chaff in one vast and impenetrable mass.
Some updates weren't universally hated by the entire world within seconds of being uploaded.
Links to that blog of yours you started up and were excited about for a whole weekend.
Some people we might've MET. Or at least seen in a room and been near.
Other sites we are happy to officially endorse without requiring Adwords spend.
Having one is compulsory, apparently. Ours is here. It is not meant to be funny.
People off the internet. Quality and commitment levels may vary.
It came with the template. Maybe in 2014 we'll jump on board the Twitter train and put that in here. Or a radio. That'd be nice.