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Reminded me a lot of early Red Dwarf (not the hideous US versions) so it'll be interesting to see where they go with it. Hopefully it's more than just a Star Wars parody...

That comes from Al's blog post about the incident: http://alyankovic.wordpress.com/2011/04/20/gaga-update/

Would you prefer Al's Twitter feed, with the same link? http://twitter.com/#!/alyankovic Also, DO THE RESEARCH!

UPDATE: It's been approved! Lady Gaga has finally heard it and approved Al's parody! Apparently it was KO'd by her manager before she even got to listen to it. Foolish peoples! Here's a link: http://alyankovic.wordpress.com/2011/04/20/gaga-update/

Bah... I saw this article, logged straight onto PSN and it wasn't there... I hate living in England! Especially as PE2 got released here (which I loved) and we're getting 3rd Birthday. Let us see the whole trilogy!

Never did get past Diamond Sands...

The alarming thing is that it is impossible to buy Racers - the store link on the Edge Games site is dead, and unsurprisingly using such vague search terms doesn't bring up any reasonable results in any search engine. I wouldn't be surprised if Edge just built some screenshots in order to...

Dozing in his office, Sheriff Drummond's dreams were haunted by the shocking images of the past few days. If he could get through today without seeing another body, he'd be pleased... The door to the office slammed open, causing Drummond to snort and snap his head off of the desk. As the...

Sheriff Drummond stood quietly at the end of the bar, taking in the various options proposed by the townsfolk. He'd spent most of the time staring at the floor, visualising his crude map of the town and trying to figure out a solution. So far, he hadn't thought of one... As the hubbub died...

As Hope Falls awoke to a new day, Sheriff Drummond struggled to haul himself out of his bed. The reasons for this were numerous and not just limited to the amount of whiskey he'd had the night before. He stared bleary-eyed up at the cracked ceiling knowing the struggle that was going to begin...

Left alone in his office, Drummond breathed a sigh of relief. Things seemed a bit more relaxed, but he had to keep the tension levels down. The last thing he wanted was blood on the streets. He pushed himself out of his chair and stood in the doorway of his office, looking over the town...

Drummond placed the knife down in the centre of the table, sat down, leant back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. Damn, she's right. I can't lock her up for this. Whether he's alive or dead, Jeff is the one at fault here... Drummond opened his yes and stared Amy straight in...

Drummond held Amy's knife between his fingers - the tip pressed against the index finger on his left hand, while the thumb and forefinger of his right slowly rotated the knife, allowing the polished blade to glint in the lamp-light. He looked up at Amy, but before he got a chance to reply...