Dear Gamesmaster...
.... when i was a wee yin, i wrote to dominik (even back then i could spell) diamond to ask if i could be on games master (A computer games programme, 4u yanks). I was invited for an interview with the researchers. Even as an 10 yr old i could feel the presure mounting but i handled the interview confidently and after destroying them on mario kart and wowing them with my charisma and personality they asked me to be on the show. I was delighted, i waited a couple of months for shooting to start and when the day came my family and i all piled into my dads toyota corolla and we drove for hours down south. And for hours more further down south. My dad, useless fucker and part-time cabbie, got lost, we never even found the place, just drove around the fucking countryside until we realised we were not gonna find the place in time and were too late and went home. I didnt speak to him for 2 months. Hopeless fucker.
(if you want a mental image of my father, he looks like george best and acts like frank gallagher)
(C0UN7:z3r0, Mon 28 Feb 2005, 23:01, Reply)