Fans of the 3D platformers of old, get ready. Hold onto your butts, because the much-loved makers of Banjo-Kazooie are back with Yooka-Laylee, and they’re running all your nostalgic feels to the highest level. Dubbed the ‘spiritual successor to Banjo-Kazooie’, this adorably retro game will have you flying head-first into your childhood, back to the…
Arts
Venue reviews ‘UEA Choir and Symphony Orchestra: Verdi Requiem’
Dougie and I like to think of ourselves as a pair of fairly cultured swines. When we heard that the UEA orchestra and choir were performing Verdi’s Requiem in town, we couldn’t resist the opportunity to pootle down and soak up some serious classical music. St Andrew’s Hall provided an atmospheric venue, and the event…
Features
We need to save the bees
It’s a phrase you’ve probably heard your harem-trouser clad, patchouli-oil smelling mates muttering. Or maybe you have the odd PETA-loving vegan on Facebook. I sadly am not either of these horrific stereotypes, but I do think that you should hear them out when they tell you to save the bees. Those buzzy little guys scare…
Arts
The Book Review: Norse mythology, Neil Gaiman
If you are a Neil Gaiman fan like me, you will probably know about his latest offering. If not, let me enlighten you. Mr Gaiman is the author of such wonders as Coraline, Stardust and American Gods. He’s a fantastic curly-haired genius, and he writes some of the most vivid adult fantasy that you can…
Gaming
Is Christmas Monopoly getting too monotonous?
Secret Hitler This game is free at the moment, available to print online from their website. A secret identity game for five to ten players where you are divided into fascists and liberals, with one player becoming ‘Hitler’ himself. The aim is to find out who ‘Hitler’ is, by passing a series of fascist and…
Film, Venue
My Scientology Movie
My Scientology Movie burst to life on screen with reams of flashy Scientology propaganda and enough booming bass and flaming righteousness to make even Christopher Nolan’s eyes water. It felt like being blasted in the face with a hairdryer, forced back into my seat with the sheer gold-plated G-Force that comes from Scientology’s own studio…