Saints Row (360)

I put about thirty hours in to this over a four-day New Year weekend. Let’s see what Achievements I got! (Spoilers abound.) Remind Me of the Babe – Defeated the Sons of Samedi – The first one was for defeating one of the gangs, the faux-voodoo Sons of Samedi. They were no trouble, really, despite

Very much fun. Hours pass very quickly. I unlocked a pimp suit for successful “ho-ing” and a new type of pistol for appearing on reality TV show “Fuzz”. And I also got my second Achievement last night, for singing along to the radio. Um, okay.

Wow. Just come off a five and a half hour mega session of this while my poor jet-lagged wife slept beside me. Finished off the Vice Kings storyline, started and finished the Demolition Derby missions, bought some new jewellery, populated my garage a bit, that sort of thing. I’ve even been customising my cars, incredibly.

Yes, its attempts to be cool and urban are teeth-grindingly awful. And its attempts to be funny are buttock-clenchingly horrible. It’s a GTA clone with none of the wit, imagination or intelligence of Rockstar’s masterpiece in terms of script or world. But at its core, on a base game level – physics, controls, interface, mission

I still can’t derail the train.