Yes, yesterday not only did I turn my PS3 on, but I actually played a game on it. A game that cost me the princely sum of £1.99. A game that I played for about fifteen minutes before turning off. A fun, charming and cute fifteen minutes that I shall return to, mind, don’t get
Played this for the first time since last July. It really is as good as I remembered. I polished off the fourth world and then wasted all my funds playing the Chuppa Chuppa mini game. I only managed to complete it once and got a very common house part for my trouble. Bother. Then it
Thought I’d have a go of this between Phoenix Wright cases. Did a couple of levels which were utterly joyful, but didn’t distract me from the fact that I feel like crap this evening, so I turned it off. Bloody weather. Too hot!
It’s practically medicinal. I was just feeling the usual Monday morning gloom, then realised that I had enough time to play a level before getting the bus to work. I am now full of happiness and joy… Well, okay, I’m still knackered and wishing I could crawl back in to bed, but I’m not as