Playing Catch Up

Grand Theft Auto IV has been out for a while now. Everyone seems to have played it: gushing its praise, marvelling over its achievement or, in the case of a select few whiners, moaning about how it fails to expand the formula of the last game (perhaps through adding 45 minute long cut scenes, as MGS4 is credited with doing).

Wisely, I was banned from buying the game until the end of my GCSEs - logic reared its ugly head again as my mum pointed out that I wouldn't get any revision done with a whole city open to me and my trusty lust for chaos.

But now that the GCSEs are eighty minutes away from conclusion, GTA IV is, as I type, soaring across the country in the noble scarlet van of Royal Mail, borne aloft like a king upon his litter. Soon it shall lie, gleaming smarmily, in my grubby paws, and I'll finally be able to experience the "game of the decade".

This blog shall be record of my journey. Prepare for numerous GTA IV posts in the future...