IncGamers: It’s 10am and I’m sitting in a room so small it would have made Anne Frank feel claustrophobic. I’d gotten about three hours sleep the night before, and rummaging through my bag in a blurry eyed attempt to find a pen I find a dirty sock, an unmistakeable white powder and more used beer bottle caps than you’d find lodged up Duffman’s ass.
Evidence of a good night. Causes of a bad morning. The other journalists in the room are looking at me funny. I showered before getting here so it can’t be that I smell (although the sock can’t help), maybe it’s the eyes.
Anyway, I thought this morning would be an easy one: rock up, see some games, talk to some developers, go for a nap, go to a party, repeat for three days. This is a Formula 1 game, I like Formula 1. Seeing a new F1 game should be a fine way to banish the relentless drumming of my head.