As I extend my delusions of grandeur to a new plane of existence, I decide that getting a proper race license is somehow a good idea.
One of the greatest horror movies I’ve ever seen makes me shit my pants for 4 days solid.
Alpina gets a major part of it’s restoration complete, as it comes out of the bodyshop sparking with newfound youth and vigour.
Who wouldn’t want to be the Fantastic Mr. Fox?
Knockout – just what my tired ears have been waiting for. I want to, nay, need to hear more of this.
Haunting sounds and beautiful soundscapes
….so then does every other interest fade. For now
I enjoy the greatest driving game ever made. Well, apart from Hard Drivin’ and Race Drivin’.
Modern Warfare 2 is perhaps the worlds first Hollywood style franchise action game – bigger, louder, more expensive – but is it better?
I’ve been running around like a headless chicken, jumping from car to car, all in good faith, mind. However, I end up a loner as Porsche do a dirty on me.
As the Focus RS rips its own backside to shreds in a valiant demonstration of capability and merit, a dawning realisation is thrust upon me.
I treat myself to an RS, although probably not the type you’re thinking of!
GT3 is sold in a frenzied panic of commerce and sensibility, whilst Bdog ponders his decisions over a late mug of coffee during a game of Forza 3