This video contains a scene from The Secret of Monkey Island, a short play-through of the game and a story of how I discovered it at St. George’s School in Broadstairs way back in 1991.
The regression therapist leans across the couch, looks at me and says: ‘So let me get this straight, David, you’re ten years old and there’s this girl you really like…but she doesn’t like you because you don’t have the right BMX bike.’
‘Okay….so, despite the fact that you were – by your own admission – awkward, didn’t like making eye contact, regularly ran away from girls, often wet yourself at school and occasionally even fainted in front of them, it was definitely the BIKE she didn’t like.’
I glare at him. ‘Are you saying it WASN’T the bike?’
Life can be like driving a very fast car in difficult conditions…and the bumps and scrapes can damage both you and the people around you. Between 1997 and 2016, I wrote twenty eight books and two short stories for a bunch of the biggest publishing companies in the world. This journey transformed me in many…
If I had to pick a single image, logo or icon to represent me, I’m pretty sure that it would end up being this one!
I used to buy every Discworld novel as Terry released them, having originally found the series in 1990 via Eric. This is my ‘nth’ re-read of Witches Abroad, part of my favourite series set on Discworld and featuring my favourite characters: Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg and Magrat Garlick.
Dark Castle is an odd one, really. It’s a very strange mix of a Fighting Fantasy adventure gamebook (think House of Hell meets Keep of the Lich Lord) but presented as a game of illustrated cards that represent each individual encounter.
At some point in 1991, a classmate copied some floppy disks for me containing a game called The Secret of Monkey Island. One year later, I was hooked on the series and was among the first to pre-order the (at the time) alarmingly expensive Monkey Island 2: Le Chuck’s Revenge for the Commodore Amiga 600.
My worst school memory was the day I first felt really different to other kids. The teacher asked a question that probably wouldn’t be asked these days: she asked what everyone’s dad did for a living. I didn’t have a dad but not everyone in the class knew that and so, as the answers were given and it came closer and closer to my turn, I got more and more anxious about whether or not to lie and just say he was a fireman or a policeman or something the other kids would be impressed by. In fact, I needn’t have worried: I wet myself before my turn – probably out of sheer panic – so I ended up embarrassed for a completely different reason.