Hello! I'm Dave. I'm 21 and I get angry about things.
I have a car from 1958 that I love. He's called Basil, AKA Little Bastard.
[Unassessed: 20 min oral presentation in Autumn. You’ll receive feedback, but no mark]
a) a 2500-word essay (25% of the overall mark) [CW1 ‑ Autumn Semester]
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I feel sorry for my tumblr. Its death is agonisingly slow but completely inevitable.
I have a bad habit of taking a joke a little bit too far.
I’m kind of dreading the new Thief game coming out. Will be anywhere near as good as the old ones? And how frustrated will I get at 12 year olds complaining that it’s “ripping off Dishonored?”
One day-One day I will check my facebook messages so my phone stops flashing green. But today is not that day.
Seriously, I feel sorry for anyone trying to get in touch with me over facebook because they’re just not going to get an answer. I forget every time.
Everyone always says games aren’t as hard as they used to be. They are, of course, right. Why? Well it’s not always purely due to level design, as anyone who’s tried to negotiate the controls for Tomb Raider on the PS1 will confirm, “OH MY GOD I DIDN’T JUMP OFF THAT LEDGE WHAT THE HELL LARA I WAS HOLDING THE WALK BUTTON THE WHOLE TIME YOU BASTARDS I HAVEN’T SAVED IN 20 MINUTES WHAT THE SHIT THAT WHOLE PLAYTHROUGH WAS A FLUKE I CAN’T DO THAT SHIT AGAIN WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE”
This is usually followed by many hours of sobbing in a dark corner. Harrowing stuff.
Every time I drive into town I go past a bunch of new college kids and they’re all trying so hard to be alternative
the BBC Sport page still has a dedicated section for the 2008 Beijing Olympics and it’s really weird. It’s just sat there with all the articles from the last couple of days of the event….It’s just really odd looking at it, because I remember all of it but it was five years ago, and because the page hasn’t really been updated in that time the articles are referring to it like it had just happened. Because, of course, it had! It’s like coming back to your room after being away for a long time. Like, 6 months or whatever. Everything is where you left it-there are sometimes things half-finished, or magazines or something still open at the article you were reading before you left. It’s a snapshot of another time, and you may be viewing it from a completely different world in which you have become a different person. It’s an intoxicating feeling…But it’s sad sometimes as well..