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desperately sought after collectables known to<br />
gamerkind. Having never actually played any of<br />
his vast assortments, I was certain they were<br />
only displayed to torment the many underpaid<br />
freelancers that saunter through there. I paused<br />
briefly at his three factory sealed copies of<br />
“Shinrei Jusaishi Taroumaru,” propped up and<br />
resting on the box of a Metal Slug AES cart no<br />
less. Collectors who never play their games;<br />
how do they even know if these games actually<br />
work or if the dealer didn’t simply replaced the<br />
innards of that AES cartridge with old teabags?<br />
How he funded such decadent collecting baffled<br />
me.<br />
Mr. Bumblebry himself, resembled a young-<br />
er Elliot Gould with massive moustache and a<br />
loose flowing Burberry shirt that would make<br />
Austin Powers blush, unbuttoned of course, to<br />
reveal a tacky Space Invaders T-Shirt. However,<br />
the final touch was his massive horn-rimmed<br />
glasses that had mirror shades clipped onto<br />
them. Unlike your stereotypical obsessive games<br />
collector, his personality was perhaps more<br />
closely akin to that of the Irish TV personality<br />
Bernard Black, except with a cockney accent.<br />
He would drift across subjects, with a worryingly<br />
spontaneous air that seemed almost propelled<br />
by the ridiculously rare bottles of Metal Gear<br />
Solid wine he had.<br />
I slammed the latest dozen page feature<br />
down on the desk, “Where’s my money for this,<br />
mate?”<br />
He drifted back to reality, and finally<br />
noticed my presence as thick smoke from his<br />
Gitane cigarette wafted upwards, “Hmm? Easy<br />
geezer, freelance payment <strong>com</strong>es out 6 weeks<br />
later. Besides, you know how it is, limits with the<br />
budget, innit?”<br />
I looked around his wretched office, which<br />
I could barely tolerate at the best of times. The<br />
paint had been stained yellow with nicotine and<br />
the smell of fried grease hung in the air like a<br />
cheap bordello. There were bad memories in<br />
those walls and not just because he rented it<br />
off some bloke who’d used it as a knackers yard<br />
previously.<br />
My retort was swift, “Listen, I spent 24<br />
hours on the cold streets of London without<br />
sleep so I could attend and report on that<br />
bloody 8-bit convention, you said payment<br />
would be given when I handed it in.”<br />
It was true, the convention required long<br />
queuing and I was feeling sweaty and dishev-<br />
eled after the previous two days.<br />
“But mate, surely it was fun being there?”<br />
“Yeah,” I responded jadedly. “A real barrel<br />
of laughs when the SpecChums started a ruckus<br />
with some Commodore owners, it felt like a<br />
1986 playground all over again. I can’t believe<br />
people still buy and read reports on this stuff.”<br />
“It’s all about the nostalgia mate, wash it<br />
down with a little Newky Brown and you feel like<br />
a kid again.”<br />
Ahh yes, I thought to myself, the old nos-<br />
talgia ploy. People love reading about old clas-<br />
sics perhaps even more than they love collecting<br />
them. I lied, “Look, if you don’t pay me now, it’s<br />
going to your big rivals Geeq.”<br />
“Funny you should mention them mate,” he<br />
said placing a large cardboard box on the desk.<br />
“I know you consider yourself a bit of a collector<br />
like, so I procured for your perusal this rather<br />
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