The Sunday Papers

Sundays are for waking up and remembering you said you’d help your sister-in-law move house. A burning fear flares in your gut, not of the manual labour, but of how she said it was fine because she’d bought a flatbed trolley off a Chinese website for £40. The fear fades into sad resignation that you’ll end the day picking up splinters of shattered plywood out of a carpet.

This week’s readings are a little light on actual videogame stuff. Though let’s be honest, sometimes videogames don’t deserve it.