This Christmas break was a wonderful, magical time for the gameplayer staff. When we all returned to the office each of us had many a story of hi-jinks and daring.
Music festival junkie Chris retold the parts of the holidays when he was sober and aware (all ten minutes, forty seven seconds of it), Nathan bespoke of making millions on Software stocks and then losing it all at the track (greyhounds, not horses), and Clint was a little too 'refreshingly honest' when he told us he got the surgery but changed right back because he got homesick for urinals. Thanks for sharing, Clint.
When it came time for my turn to speak I decided to relate my experiences on PlayStation Home. You see, being stuck interstate at an 'aunty-in-law's' house, I spent a sizable portion of time 'researching Home' (read: avoiding the crazy old whack-job).