Couldn’t play this on Friday night, because I was out in that London drinking with reprobates.

Couldn’t play on Saturday, because I was too hungover to blow stuff up.

Tried to play on Sunday and managed an hour that was filled with great moments, but somehow I couldn’t get into it. I think the problem was that my heart just wasn’t it. I kept dying because I was more concerned with throwing explosives around than protecting myself. When I actually went on missions and tried to complete them I had a great time, full of tens moments, gut-wrenching losses and hard-won victories, but I was just finding it too easy just to cause mindless destruction and ignore the fact that people were shooting me.

I suspect that I still wasn’t quite right on Sunday, though I didn’t quite have a two-day hangover, thankfully.