The loss of GAME

The loss of GAME is another kick in the nuts for the high street. However, this one was seen from a long way off. The problem is largely the same as it is for most companies that fail. There has been a lack of diversification within the industry and a failure to adapt changes within the wider markets. Actually I think what brought it home for me was a conversation with two different young people, from different parts of Bradford.

Both said, “I’d much rather be down the park playing football, consoles are boring.”

I totally agree with them, there are much more entertaining things in the world than playing computer games all day. Even things like the Kinect have failed to draw in younger gamers. They are interesting for a time, but the reality is, when the sun is shining, there is nothing better than kicking a football about in a park, having a bbq or lounging round on the grass.

There is also a second problem, mobile gaming has taken over. Modern Combat Three, a recent purchase of mine. The sheer volume of “bloody Hells,” I got for the graphics were astounding. It is pretty decent, and apparently the online play is good too. Here is a video of it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4Grut2xr1Q . Just to clarify I have a Sony Xperia Play, so this game is even better for me as I have a joypad, and not a fiddly touch screen. So far it has meant hours of fun for me. And did it cost me hundreds of pounds? No–it cost me three quid, and I downloaded it straight onto my phone. We will see more of these games as the software and phones get better. In the mean time, the consoles are aging badly, and if they don’t start appealing to younger audiences, pretty soon the online world of gaming will just be a bunch of middle aged, over weight gamers ripping on each other’s mothers. 

The Child Who Loved to Groove

At the age of seven, I remember picking up a copy of an interesting CD off the side. It had a rounded metal guitar on it. It intrigued me, to say the least. My mum had just brought a new CD player with four disc trays, and a banging sound system. I took full advantage. This particular band were of course Dire Straits, not that I knew that at the time, I just liked the songs. In fact, it wasn’t just Dire Straits. One night, our long suffering neighbour, ended up banging on the door, someone was playing Oasis at eleven O’ clock at night. My neighbour was confused and angry. My baby sitter too was shocked, she was in bed! Imagine how surprised they both were to find a seven year old Joseph Turner grooving away to Wonderwall in the living room. The third album I loved was Nirvana’s Nevermind with the picture of the naked baby on the front. Whilst on holiday in Malta, they had it on a jukebox, I put it on over and over again. I loved Come as you Are. However, like that baby in the picture (I saw a news report on him a couple of months ago) I am now grown up.

My taste in music has grown up too. I tried to be cool, which meant sticking with one genre, but I loved everything. Every time I tried, new music from a different genre would always slip into my collection and wreck my dream of being trendy.  At present, there are roughly one hundred and thirty bands on my Spotify. A lot more if you count the compilations. The latest editions to my music collection include Coldplay’s Mylo Xyloto, and Enter Shikari’s, a flash Flood of colour. Both exceptional albums, but on totally different spectrums to each other. One has elements of the Verve, the other sounds like the techno, you'd imagine The Jetsons would listen to. Many things have changed, but one thing hasn’t; like that little boy who used to blast out to Dire Straits on full volume, I still have exceptional taste in music. If you are wondering what my favourite album is, I would say at this moment, Sound of Melodies by Leeland. It continues to speak to me in a powerful way about the Grace of God. Of course, any album that starts “we are called to be your people, struggling sinners and thieves” is gonna chime with me. I highly recommend listening to it. It should be available on Youtube.

The Little Lost Lamb

The devil roars, I escape, another soul saved.

The water of life flows out from this place from a rock in the desert.

Who’d have thought it, just one man, on one day would be enough,

enough to vanquish our sin as far as the east is from the west.

But where am I? I strayed too far....

Oh lord tip over the water jars of the heavens for I am thirsty.

The devil taunts me, I feel alone in this, come to me in my darkest hour.

Pick me up like a newborn lamb, carry me under your arm, you good shepherd.

An enemy approaches with a staff, no wait–the good shepherd. You came for me!!!

I asked you to come, and you did! My leg hurts good shepherd.

“Your fleece is all muddy lamb. You must be so thirsty, and your poor leg. Why did you wander from me?” Asked the good shepherd.

You found me with a broken ankle in the wilderness, I was so scared.

Bind up my wounds and bring me home. Show me what it means to lie down in green pastures.

Protect me from the wolves, from the lions that seek to devour.

God you are good to me, though I fled from you, you still carried me home.

"I don’t deserve you, what did I do to earn such favour with you?

Nothing for I am just a lamb after all..."

“You may just be a lamb,” replied the good shepherd “but you are my lamb.”

The Art of Being Joseph Turner

I wake up and study the list on my wall. Exactly one week ago, I started this new list. The previous list is now in the bin. I look at it for a few moments before spotting two things I can now cross off. This list is harder than the last one. I've put tasks on there I could not possibly dream of finishing in a hurry. In Hindsight, I am glad I did, because, like the previous list, the tasks are being crossed off. The last few weeks have been a minor miracle in themselves– the amount of stuff I have seen. People have started opening up to me in a big way, and Bradford campus is now ripe for a harvest. The students did a phenomenal job, during mission week. I've seen people who were previously unresponsive to the gospel suddenly open their ears and listen. I now have stronger links with the Muslims on the university campus. The only downside is that by Monday of last week, I was on the verge of burning out completely. The greatest problem I have is that I am a perfectionist. Being a perfectionist tends to mean I am incredibly busy. Last Sunday night after work, which finished at 2am, I chatted to a lad till about six in the morning.

This will be my first consecutive Friday and Saturday night off since before Christmas. Sounds crazy, right? What's even crazier is, though we have the church weekend away, there is a part of me that would rather be working. I am undoubtedly a workaholic. With regards to the short story, now called "Out of the Darkness." It should be up on kindle within the next week or so. As with everything that I have written before, it has been read, by at least several different people, all of whom, found it to be gripping, and spine chilling. It is currently with an editor, and a dear friend of mine called Calab. His website is www.englishchecking.com.