Though I was often accused of being a swigger of ale and a basher of billy-goats during my time at Newsfield, I can categorically state that no one ever saw me. The fact that I often fell down the stairs to the sound of manic bleating noises proves nothing; it's all trolls under the bridge now anyway. However, when I was asked to come out of retirement to host this section, the offer of a free sheep-savaging session in the mountainous wilds around Ludlow was not unwelcome; nor was it refused. So what's this page all about? Some old gits you probably never heard of, who once employed me as an adventure game reviewer on their slimy little magazine, have decided to tell you what it was like to work at Zzap! Towers. If you can be bothered, click on the heads below to hear what they have to say, or just use the page links above... And that's it. A more namby-pamby idea for a web page I can't imagine—and I bet they don't mention me, either. Anyway, if you want to tell the person whose brainchild this waste of time was exactly what you think of him, you can contact him here:. If I were you I'd just navigate my way out, and to that end I've allowed hotspots to be placed on my portrait: click on my head to ooze back to the Zzap! Contents, on my name to visit the Commodore 64 page, or use your mouse on my hand to return to The Burrow home. Talking of mice, did I ever tell you about the time I cracked six hundred mouse skulls in one afternoon? What do you mean you're not interested?