So there I was, feeling pretty old and worthless, when I decided to have a poke round t'internet to find out just what it was I used to get up to when I were a sprog. After all, this week marks my debut in the world of press and publishing.

 

Low and behold, here's a piece I wrote for Commdore User 21 years ago.

 

Twenty-one years! I feel even older now.

 

 

This is a rotten piece of editorial that smacks of deadline-day. The giveaway is that I don't actually start talking about the game until half-way through the review.

 

Back then our equivalent of CTRL-x and CTRL-v was a literal cut and and paste. The designer received a type-set bromide of the text, sliced it to pieces with a scalpel and glued it to a board. While we journos sat at typerwriters smoking and waiting for the pub to open. This was back when licensing laws were rubbish and pubs closed in the afternoon.

 

*sigh*

 

Twenty-one bloody years in media. All I have to show for it is a lack of GCSEs. I started writing for mags at 15 and, as that paid and homework didn't, I sort of neglected to do any coursework.

 

And that's not to mention infrequent appearences in magazines. Such as this bit of nastiness from C&VG back in 1987.