Editor’s letter
Each year it’s the same for me. After crashing into Christmas and rolling through the other side more portly, partied-out and, frankly, poorer than at any other time of the year, I smash through the door of January promising to spend my hard-earned dollar more wisely, picking over the highlights of the 12 months ahead, priming my gadgetget-list for the year’s must-buys. And then what? I bet all the remaining coppers in the depths of my pocket you’re just like me. A year hence and you’re left with a half-pile of disappointing dustgatherers – maligned consoles; scorned mobiles; the crushed promises of a slimmer pair of unworn Levi’s. I speak as a man who purchased not just a Sega Mega CD, but also held out over an N64 for a Dreamcast. Not…