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Spinning: The Stone Roses, The Stone Roses (Thanks, Sean!)

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When I read this morning that George Best had died, I knew my man Simon Barnes would get it right. Of course, he did.

Good news! (For most of you.)

Vladimir Nabokov’s son may follow his father’s instructions to burn what remains of his unfinished novel, The Original of Laura. As you would expect, Ron Rosenbaum is on the case.

So, what have I been doing? What’s kept me so busy? A few things, actually. But mainly, I’ve spending a lot of time with a person who has become very dear to me, someone whose company I cherish and whose very presence has enriched my life beyond words. His name is Leon.

Now, I’m not a huge videogame dork. I’m not what you’d call a “gamer.” I play a lot of Winning Eleven (aka Pro Evolution, aka ISS) soccer on the trusty old Xbox, and that’s about it. But I still read the reviews, and if a particular title grabs my interest, I’ll pick it up. So about a week and a half ago, I pulled the dusty old PS2 out of storage and fired up a copy of Resident Evil 4. And let me tell you, this is why videogames exist. Sweet Jesus, is this game fun. Now that it’s available on the PlayStation (because I know you don’t own a GameCube—nobody does), if you’ve got the hardware, you need this game. It’s as good as the movies were bad.

Aside from that, I’ve been sick for the last week and I think my sciatic nerve is being pinched. Which is no fun. But decapitating Spanish not-quite-zombies with a shotgun helps take the pain away.