Bury Your Gays

We all have our happy places: somewhere - real or otherwise - to escape, relax, and replenish away from the stresses of the modern world. Perhaps yours is in nature, lost in the reverie of a spirited hike up a windy hill, or sweatily squatting your cares away amid the pounding Daruda Sandstorms of your local gym. Perhaps your demands are simpler: the call of a good book and an escape into the realm of imagination, or the familiar celluloid embrace of a favourite film, or - as I finally drag this intro into relevance - the soothing rhythms of a beloved video game. And hopefully it's the last on

When I wrote, barely six weeks ago, that I liked to occasionally re-read Tom Bramwell's "Microsoft kills game ownership and expects us to smile" editorial to remind me what it's all about, I didn't mean I wanted to actually re-write a tribute act version of that article myself. I also didn't mean I wanted to be writing something like it so soon after bringing it up. And I definitely didn't mean I wanted to have to re-write it not once, but twice, within the space of a few days. I already had to take one stab at it just last week, as the impervious Rockstar nudged the first domino in the ultima

I Want Your Sex review: Olivia Wilde and Cooper Hoffman star in this erotic exploration that misses the mark.