Still up there… shame this is just the Play.com singles chart.
I managed to get some good gaming time in this evening. I am still getting to grips to RDR, but since yesterday, I have…
– taken part in a horse race
– explored the many miles of countryside
– killed some baddies
– helped a corrupt sheriff
– stopped some drunks fighting
– gone hunting
– and best of all… worked out how to kill horses!
More gaming tomorrow…
One of the most annoying things in life, along with stubbing your toe on a door frame and receiving a telephone call from a bloke in strange far away land trying to sell you a mobile phone, is getting home from a hard days work to find the courier has attempted to deliver a parcel while you were out. Worse still, the courier does not work weekends and has just one collection depot, based in Outer Mongolia. These really are the things which cause people to go on killing sprees.
Luckily I did not fall victim to any of these frustrations today… but only just! No, I didn’t narrowly avoid a nasty looking door frame; nor did I just miss a call from a Mr. Nahasapeemapetilon trying to sell me double glazing. The stroke of good luck came when I returned home from work to see a man dressed in a UPS uniform walking away from my flat carrying a large box. At speeds which Theo Walcott and Usain Bolt could only dream of, I raced along Newbridge Road and caught up with the chap – seconds before he loaded my precious parcel onto his van and drove away – no doubt leaving me to sit in the middle of the road, crying and shouting very loudly.
Yes, I managed to catch the lovely man from UPS, sign for my parcel and return to my flat. Had I not done so, given the fact weekend deliveries are a non-occurrence in the courier-world, I would almost certanly have lost the package forever.
“What was in this package?” I hear you all ask… 8 boxes of coffee pods – the new Americano flavour for my wonderful coffee machine. As part of some promotion to launch the new product, they were being sold for half price. Given the fact I had many reward tokens for buying so many packets of Nestlé coffee in the past, this purchase was almost free. To say I was very pleased, was somewhat of an understatement… but not too much of one – let’s not get carried away here, it’s only coffee.
Very, very early initial impressions
I returned from work this afternoon to find a delightful looking jiffy bag sitting on the door mat. The envelope contained the much acclaimed, and PlayStation 3 game of the year, Red Dead Redemption.
Due to going out to parents in a matter of minutes to be fed, I have had little time to play the game, but here are some very early observations from the 30-or-so minutes I have been playing for…
– The game is excellent
– Basically this is Grand Theft Auto in the Wild West on horseback
– The game is excellent
– Strangely, you can kill chickens, rabbits, coyotes and people, but you are not allowed to murder your horse. Yes… like any self-respecting gamer, I did try this before I even attempted a mission.
– The game is excellent
– It is just like Back to the Future 3… which for anyone who grew up in the 90’s, is the closest we ever got to a Western movie
– The game is excellent
– The playing environment seems to go on for miles and miles
– The game is excellent
– Not much more to say so far…
– Did I mention the game is excellent?
I had a rather strange and unnerving experience this afternoon…
On my way back to the office after visiting the local shops in my lunch break, I was stopped by an old man brandishing council uniform and sweeping rubbish from the pavements with a tatty broom.
He stared at me, looking annoyed and out of the blue asked (well, accused) “don’t you work?” The sight of me wandering around in the middle of the day could lead one to believe I was unemployed, despite the fact I was (relatively) smartly dressed.
He appeared very disapproving of my ventures onto the streets at midday, and obviously assumed I was some workshy-freeloader – however, as I do not look like somebody from The Jeremy Kyle Show, I do not see where the accusation could have come from, or what business it was of his anyway!
I did inform him that I worked in a nearby office and he need not fear as his taxes were not paying for my well being. Upon hearing the news, he ask if I smoked – obviously trying to get a free cigarette (somewhat ironic after his earlier attitude towards freeloaders). Unluckily for him, I don’t, so was unable to fulfil his nicotine fix. However, by not supplying him with a cancer stick, I probably added 3 more minutes to the chaps life. Just think how much rubbish can be swept away in that time.