Friday, June 14, 2013

The Empire Strikes Back

I know if you're reading this blog then chances are that you haven't actually read the whole Pizza Whores book - scroll down for some excerpts or go to Amazon to buy it on Kindle. 

But I'm not giving too much away to say that my career doesn't end at the end of the book. In fact, the book ends in 2000, so there's another 13 years of video game making memoir to go.

So part two, No! I Don't Own A Ferrari! is in the works. I want the next book to be published in physical form from the get go and I also want to advertise it. To help out with the expense of this I'm running a Kickstarter campaign - please check it out!

Monday, June 3, 2013

Now in physical form!

Howdy my Pizza Whorista! For far too long Pizza Whores has only been available as an ebook, and an ebook only available on Kindle at that. But those days are over. You can now get yourself an actual physical copy of the book!

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

What Kind of Man Interviews Testers?

On a magnificent summer’s day I was interviewed by a chap who who’d previously worked for IBM, where I expect suits are de rigueur, and even he managed to make me feel five million times overdressed. That’s probably because he wasn’t wearing a suit and was instead dressed like he was off to play tennis – white polo shirt, white shorts, white socks, white plimsolls and white legs. All he was missing was a racquet. Or a gin and tonic.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Pizza Whores - The Book!

It's done! I've finished the book! And I celebrated by eating a bagel. Get it for your Kindle here!

Saturday, October 13, 2012


The plan was bleeding edge stuff and a dark harbinger of the coming age of doing things the “mobile phone way”. Instead of knowing exactly where we were going we set off knowing only our rough ball park destination, that being and area much bigger area than a ball park, a whole town in fact. Once we landed plumb in the centre of this place we would, through the power of my co-pilot’s mobile phone device, call our very important programmer to find out where exactly he was and how the hell to get there. I think this is how the Americans tried to find Osama Bin Laden. 

Thursday, October 11, 2012

No Frickin’ Lasers

Hiding things in plain sight is a tactic advocated by the idioms of popular culture. I’m not sure if there’s such a thing as a professional hider. I suppose the snipers you see wearing ghillie suits would count but I’m thinking more about people that hide things other than themselves. With their treasure and nuts, pirates and squirrels must surely count as semi-professionals in the field. Should squirrels start taking to piracy on the high seas (unlikely as they’re famous for suffering from sea sickness, although they could take an over the counter remedy) I would expect they’d take the art to previously unheard of heights. Despite this, neither party is known for the “in plain sight” variety of hiding, both being infinitely more inclined to burying stuff. 

I wonder if there’s a “Guild of Hiders”? The internet says not, but that’s to be expected, given their penchant. They’re hardly likely to have, are they? If their website was that easy to find then they wouldn’t be the professionals that I’m looking for. No, they’d be underground, literally, in a secret headquarters somewhere, hiding. But I bet they’re out there somewhere. If you, or anyone you know, is a member of the Guild of Hiders then please get in touch regarding the popular professional wisdom on the subject of hiding in plain sight. 

Perhaps they have a monthly magazine with articles like “Hiding in Plain sight! Right or Shite?” 

I guess the whole plain sight concept is really an extension of hiding things in the last place anyone would look. Naturally this is a philosophical concept, rather than just a statement of fact, as the fact is that things are, by definition, always found in the last place you look, after that you’re just browsing. Unless a man-look is involved, in which case the thing might be in the first place that’s rapidly browsed in a cursory and insubstantial fashion. I’m not sure if that counts as a look though.