This is not going to be a conventional review. As the title suggests, this post is about nostalgia and I provide fair warning, because I have so much nostalgia for Mario Kart 64. For starters, this is the ever first N64 game I played at the tender age of seven. That experience then prompted begging my parents for an N64 for Xmas that same year. This was the same game that brought me that much closer to my brother, the game that first instilled in me a love of Nintendo’s games and characters, and finally, the game that revived the N64 as the ultimate party console more than ten years after its initial release in my small flat in my student days. Now that’s what I call replay value! Continue reading
We have a sustained reaction to taking a linear route for an unspecified reason.
Me, aged 17. Or maybe I was 18. I’d prefer to say younger as it gives me a better excuse for why the article was so poorly written. And by that I really mean pretentiously written – it’s pretentious done badly.
I was reminded of my old article and the story behind it after my recent re-play of Half-Life. It all started when I read a poem about a dog with fleas. I remember sitting in my college’s canteen (that’s a sixth-form college, not university college) and happening on a very cheap looking student magazine. Flicking through the five or so black and white pages I saw there was a poetry competition and a poem about washing fleas off a dog was featured as one of the winners. I was dumbfounded. “Such a poem is fit for neither human eyes nor lips,” I said to my friend, Dan. (Later we found out the author was mentally disabled ) Continue reading