This month saw the European release of Sony's enchantingly sexy PSP, and with it the newest instalment in Sega's acclaimed Virtua Tennis series. With IGN now in the clutches of Rupert Murdoch there's never been a better time for naive young upstarts like us to try and muscle in on their territory. Now, watch in amazement as we redefine the meaning of journalism whilst simultaneously informing the heck out of your grotty little brain.
Weebl - Butter-fingered drunkard.
Weebl: Ok, we're here today to review the game Virtua Tennis for PSP. Skoo has the game but no PSP. I have the game and a PSP, but I dropped mine and the screen is dead. Peabo has a PSP but no Virtua Tennis. Splush has Virtua Tennis, but it's for Dreamcast.
Yesterday I finally managed to find and buy a PSP in London. Supplies have been somewhat low of these slightly desirable items and I was almost forced to gazump another seeker-after-shiny-things in order to obtain my prize. Fortunately such nastiness was avoided thanks to a rather obscure store on the popular tourist death trap that is Oxford Street.
It has been written that a picture can say a thousand words, but what if its a lot of pictures? Pictures that have been slapped on top of other pictures so that you don't know which is which? How many words is that??? Loads, that's how many!
We've been having some super sexy photoshop competitions on the forum (In our superb ninja section) and I just had to share some of the entries with you. HAD to. If I don't Weebl'll use the birch again.
The next generation of games consoles will be upon us this November, when Microsoft become the first to offer us the wonderful opportunity to play updated versions of our favourite games with slightly higher resolution graphics for a disproportionately high price. This generation will be marked by HDTV support, presumably to the unbridled delight of the seven people in Britain who own HDTVs. The rest of us have no logical reason to be excited but will continue to buy this crap as fast as they can shovel it into shops.
Clearly, I'm excited, but if my usual level of excitement measured about a Tom Cruise on the crazy scale, that excitement has just been pushed up to Michael Jackson levels because today I secured an exclusive interview with none other than J Allard, Microsoft's VP and Xbox frontman.
Fourteen long, mournful years after Freddie Mercury's death, the music awards created in his memory just keep on rocking. As always, nominees are chosen based on one criterion: what would Freddie be listening to if he was alive today? As always, this year's set of nominees strays unforgivably far from that golden rule. I haven't kept up with new music at all this year, and haven't read the NME for a good seven years, and as such I feel best placed to give a level-headed, realistic appraisal of this years nominees.
Day 10 of our advent calendar for the year.
IT'S DAY 9 OF THE CALENDAR.
We've got to push on through... ARRRRRGHHH!!
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