In a bunker deep beneath the blighted surface of The United Blokes Of Great Britain For 100% British Blokes Only, at the halfway point between Brighton and Manchester, Alec and Adam shelter from Farage’s dread Lager Sentinels and think of an alternate reality where Osborne hadn’t privatised oxygen to the highest bidder at Bilderberg and Milliband hadn’t ordered that we all eat bacon sandwiches via our ears. If only some lost hero could arise and save them from this terror.
While they waited for salvation that would never come, they cast their minds back to a videogame they once played. A videogame about fighting Nazis, and Nazi dogs, and robot Nazi dogs. A videogame named ‘Wolfenstein: The New Order.’ Perhaps discussing it would remind them of better times. As their miserable existences might end at any second, they did not even try to avoid massive spoilers.
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