Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Tonight we got Fish and Chips from, and I can still bearly bring myself to say the name of the place, “Posh Fish”. I can’t lie. Despite the horrendous name it’s a great chip shop. The portions are unbelievably huge. A large portion of chips weighs 1.4 kilograms (we checked) and costs £2, not to mention easily feeds four. Nikki, Ian and I ate for the same amount it’d cost to go to Nandos EACH, and by god, it was nice. Ian looked at us strangely, during the preparation procedure, and accused us of being “weird northerners” for having bread and butter with chips. I admit I never considered this was a specifically northern custom or anything, but then I’ve never had reason to consider it one. Maybe it’s a holdover idea, the same way linguists will claim the words “brook” (stream), “bap” (bread roll) and “alley” (er, alley) are totally regional, but then in reality they can be understood by anyone. Deep Fried Mars Bars definitely not for people below the divide, though.

When in town yesterday, I bought an issue of a magazine called “Retro Gamer.” Turns out, it was practically published with me in mind. A whole bunch of stuff about old games and systems, including an article about Dizzy (!!) featuring the original design for a game and interviews with the creators, as well as a big list of all the Dizzy games. It was beyond cool. However, in addition to that, there’s also a giant feature about Commodore through the ages, showcasing their various systems. It might be £8 an issue, but given that it’s bi-monthly and I’ve stopped buying FHM (Nikki’s read it more than I have for years) I’ve currently got about that to rebudget per month. Looks like I’m sold on it. Until the inevitable cancellation such a specialty magazine faces, I suppose.

Still, this retro line of thought has inspired me to put down Unreal Tournament 2004 and consider finding the PC version of “Fantastic Dizzy” to play. Ah, memories.