Stretching from The Wash to Portland Bill, England’s sash of grass-topped chalk is emblazoned with dozens of huge hillside geoglyphs. Accompany me on the very first FS2020-based Tally-Ho Corner air tour – a hundred-mile jaunt from Oxfordshire to the Dorset…
Scanning the notes I penned while playing HQWW2 this week, I can’t find anything resembling an aggro anecdote. There’s no chunk of shorthand reminding me of that bit in Mission 4 of the US campaign when I spent an absorbing…
Apologies, a family illness has scuppered my plans to deliver a Headquarters: World War II review today. If you’d like to know why Slith’s risk-averse newcomer has failed to dislodge the likes of The Troop, the Battle Academies, and Second Front,…
A is for Alphabetised wargame, sim, and site news. Now and again, assuming I can persuade Austerity’s Blackburn Cirrus Bombardier engine to perform the miracle of internal combustion, I spend a few days scouring Simulatia and Grognardia for stories with…
As Ada and I have been 800 miles apart for most of the past week, and the only gaming I’ve done has involved analysing cryptic imagery, I’m afraid there’s no Friday Feature today. What I can provide is three ancient…
FASA Corp tentatively blowing the dust off their Crimson Skies licence? Splendid news. I can’t think of another interwar-inspired, zeppelin-crammed, fantasy flight-sim that deserves a rebirth more than Zipper’s classic. Well, apart from Rowan Software’s Air Power, obviously.
Clive Sinclair’s be-rainbowed brainchild cast a long happy shadow over my boyhood, but I’m struggling to single-out one game as a personal landmark. Should it be Arnhem, my first computer wargame, or Fighter Pilot, my introduction to flight simulation. Should…
I was up at Farnborough International Airshow yesterday, and, while having a crafty fag round the back of the Fuel-Air Weapons Marquee, was lucky enough to run into one of gaming’s most elusive genres. Dishevelled and smelling slightly of wet…
I don’t attend school reunions for the same reason I don’t go back to the village where I spent my formative years. The memories of those times are too precious – I’d hate to muddy them with modern versions. A…
Want to turn a green lane into a brown lane, tow a Gulaschkanone across a snowy field, or roam the Western Desert trashing Axis airfields? Get a 4×4. Want quick introductions to games of interest to realism relishers and old…
They laughed in the face of PC Gamer, told Gamespot to feck off, and pushed Rock Paper Shotgun into a really deep bit of the Kennet & Avon canal. The only place on the ludological internet where you’ll find an…
The following interview is the result of a chance encounter I had last Sunday on a bridle path in Savernake Forest. It might have been the sickly-sweet aroma of decay that wafted from their steaming mounts. It might have been…