

Four Lions clip , jump to 1:45.
Once upon a time, that was actual humour… now I’m not so sure.
Classic film either way


Life’s too short to get hung up on it, friend.
I know it’s easy for me to say, but each success; mistake; and blatantly oblivious sign that they’re DTF missed are all learning experiences.
It makes you who you are now, and that’s kinda awesome. You’re better than who you were before. Onwards and upwards!


I was just clueless as fuck. I’ve got the sum total of zero game when it comes to dating, not that it matters now I’ve settled down.
I did learn my lesson though. Met a girl who was absolutely stunning, like cover girl model looks, and she was lovely. Asked her out on a date expecting to be shot down, and she said yes. At that point I was like a dog that had chased a car and caught up with it, I didn’t know what the fuck to do.
Anyway, we went out a couple of times - nice restaurant, bowling, the cinema… had a great time with her but it wasn’t really moving forward and just kinda started to fizzle out, which was no big deal.
One evening she phones me, saying she was at a house party two or three towns over, and was getting bored - and asked me to take her home. No worries there, I wasn’t doing anything, so I drove over to get her and she hopped in, a bit worse for wear after a glass or twelve of wine but not absolutely munted.
Halfway down the road home, she’s like “actually, can we go back to yours? I don’t really want to get in and my parents see me like this”. Not a problemo, took her back to mine, got her a coffee and sat and chatted. She came through to my room when I was getting changed and crashed out on the bed beside me, faced me, and said “maybe I’ll sleep here tonight?”
I’d learned my lesson, I could see that she wanted all two inches of this rage and disappointment. So I said “sure, no problem… I’ll sleep on the sofa”.
I drove her home the following morning and she never said a word. I desperately wished I could have taken that opportunity, but the whole consent thing after her sesh at the party made it a little bit dicey. I never did get another opportunity. She was absolutely lovely though and I hope she found a guy that made her happy. 😊


I dated a girl once who came round. She asked “are you going to give me the tour?”
I was like “uh, okay sure” so showed her around the living room, kitchen and back yard, before heading upstairs. I showed her the guest rooms and my room, and she sat on the bed and was like “it seems comfy in here”.
Right then I did what any guy would do, stopped for a moment, and said “it sure is. Now let’s head back downstairs and see what there is to watch”.
It was a good couple of years later when I thought back about it and it hit me like a train, “you fucking idiot”


doesn’t matter bro, they’re your thoughts and that’s what makes them awesome 😊


Figma balls wheeeyyyy


In fairness, they had some graphics options in where you could manually set the draw distance - and thus, the tradeoff for frame rate - on a slider. Fortunately, the targeting button worked even when the draw distance was set super close and enemies were culled by the engine, so with a change of play style one could enjoy the game at a sensible pace.
I still remember mission 9 though - collecting the bombs and dropping them safely elsewhere. That was infuriating.


Absolutely keeping an eye on this.
G-Police was fantastic - it was somewhat hamstrung on PS1 by the technical limitations, but the story was absolutely phenomenal. I need to go back and play it - and eventually play Weapons of Justice too.
Fingers crossed for this game.


Well jeez, I didn’t expect to find an Escape from the Planet of the Robot Monsters reference here, especially this late to the party.
Here’s another good source if you’re interested.
The stage one music is a banger too.
Thank you for your feedback!
If it helps, here’s a story that’s the exception that proves the rule…
We adopted a dog. A beautiful Romanian Shepherd. Lovely dog, friendly as fuck, mega playful… but wasn’t a fan of kids. That was unfortunate, because our kids loved the dog but after a while the dog got a bit bitey. No warning, no growl, just fuck you and chomp. Thankfully, the only thing that stopped him from doing some serious damage was that he was a good boi and never proper sunk his teeth in.
Long story boring, we tried to rehome him, tried to calm him, tried to train him out of it, but the dog wouldn’t settle. Took him to the vets to give him a once over before the rescue charity took him back… and he bit the vet. That fucked a lot of things - the rescue was mega wary, the vet had recommended euthanasia, and keeping him wasn’t an option.
Long story short, we found a farm that specialised in dogs that had some “behavioural quirks”, and we took him halfway across the country to live there. It was a lovely place - loads of land, quiet, and dozens of corners where he could do his favourite thing - sit in a corner and chew on his toy.
I miss that dog, but I’m glad he’s happy.
There are no answers here, only more questions - and it is glorious.
Life is Strange - at multiple parts in fairness, but the ending in particular.
I chose the Bay ending and I still can’t listen to Spanish Sahara without feeling like I’ve been booted in the balls. Masterful.


Oh boy, wait until you see what else The Serial Port has done.
Their bowling alley PC was a particular delight. Not that it achieved anything, but it was still cool because they could.


I remember in the good old bad old days of the UK, British Telecom launched their Home Highway services which was primarily their ISDN service. They did however have a form of bonded dial-up (usually two lines, but theoretically could support more) which cost a fucking fortune - usually two lots of line rentals; two lots of ISP service packages; and a fuck you fee for wanting to bond them.
Outside of real niche use cases like contingency lines or short term mediumband requirements, I don’t think it saw great popularity - particularly when ISDN was expensive but comparatively cheaper.
668kbps though, fuck me. That would have been mindblowing at the turn of the century.


I had the Atari 800 edition.
I didn’t know what the fuck the “enter your account number” was at the start. Young me didn’t realise it was a thinly veiled password system. Quite clever actually
Wasn’t it done in David Crane’s heyday too?
edit: wow, I didn’t realise quite how bad the NES edition looked, though I’ve never played it. Seems that doubling of RAM paid off for the early Atari 400 platforms. The Atari edition did miss that final tower ascent section though.


I’m a “two on top, one on the sides” dude. I’m the same, the second my hair starts coming over my ears then I’m away to the barber. Two months is decent, though if I’m not able to get there through work or being away from home, I’ll stretch it to three months but I feel a bit like Noel Gallagher when my hair starts coming down to my lugholes.
That said, I treat it as a bit of a relaxation sesh. I’ll ask the barber for a “full service” and close my eyes for half hour or 45 mins and let the barber do his thing with the clippers and the hot shave and the massage and all that jazz. A guilty pleasure every other month or so.
Looking at it as an outsider and with no idea how the endorsement/censure system works, could that be five separate shitty messages from the instance admin; or is it one shitty message and four instances censuring in solidarity?
I got into Poets of the Fall in a big way after Late Goodbye. Their work is fantastic and they’re brilliant live.
I’m glad Remedy have stuck with them over the years, the Herald of Darkness song from Alan Wake II was a banger.