Sunday, 18 July 2010

Geek Heaven!

James's parents are getting their loft insulated - what a corking opening line to a blog that is - and during the clear out, we hit the mother load: A massive haul of James's 1980s Amstrad magazines.

We've been going through them all evening and here are some of the best bits.

A super cool 1980s kid:

Turbocharge your CPC...if you dare! Indeed:

A retro racing game as played by a man called Alan:

An Alan Sugar cake:

And an Alan Sugar game!:

A glimpse of the future:

Some of the excellent titles available - Knight Rider, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Daley Thompson's Super Test:

More Daley Thompson action:

And some Geoff Capes action too, grr:


Back when Tetris was new:

What a cool dude. With his ghetto blaster and walkman:

So, um, yeah:

My absolute favourite - 'Can you handle this much power?' Vroom, pow, blat, zap!:

Future Knight!:

Some fun code for you to enter:

And finally, arguably the worst game other than Mike Reid's Computer Pop Quiz:

Makes me wonder if James and I will be sitting around laughing at our back catalogue of Edge magazines in 20 years time. When first person shooters will look like pong, and we'll all definitely look like this. Definitely:

Saturday, 10 July 2010

Things I saw this week

As per the title, this blog is about things I saw this week.

Unfortunately for you, I didn't see anything exciting or interesting this week, but I'm not one to let that hold me back. So here goes.

Firstly I saw this advertised on TV:

Ideal for those people who are worried about getting germs on their hands in the nano-second it takes to dispense soap and wash them straight off again.

Then, when I was at work, I saw a Best Friends Forever mug shoved to the back of the cupboard in the communal mug pool.

I've been using it, totally unchallenged, all week.

I'm taking it that friendship didn't work out...

Then I came across a website for a magazine with a title that's sitting up and begging to be said in a sarcastic and exasperated voice:

I'm sure there's an 'effing' missing from in between 'your' and 'wedding'.

I'd buy that magazine. I think there's a gap in the market for wedding magazines aimed at people who hate weddings.

It could have features on ways to amuse yourself during the ceremony, handy tips for hiding your boredom, and breathing exercises to control your irritation at this woeful waste of half of your precious weekend.

Another thing I spotted this week, is that Lord Byron is now the editor of our local property paper:

And if that wasn't enough of a surprise, I also saw this scoop, which seems to identify Bruce Forsyth as one of Raoul Moat's accomplices:

Shame on you Brucie, shame on you.

And that, you'll be glad to learn, is the end of my blog.

As you were.