I grew up being the youngest child of four and it’s a place I’m still pretty comfortable being in. That inevitably meant that I grew up surrounded by a lot of adults, with me being the precocious youngster. I just can’t get away with that anymore! Here I am, this lumbering man who reads non-fiction self-help books, who brings ear plugs with him to drum and bass shows. I don’t even have time to play video games properly now.
Getting into a good new juicy video game these days is like trying to pick up skateboarding after you’ve passed sixteen: impossible. I don’t have all that time I used to have. I miss losing hour after hour shooting mutants in the face. If I’m not going out for dinner with other couples or working on projects after hours, I’m then just trying to find time for a nap.
I’m a fully functioning grown up now…
Damn my adulthood.

