The things people do

One of the most fascinating aspects of an eight-player game of Super Skidmarks 2 is the temporary relationships struck up between players. Several journos from Future magazines dotted around the computing division took part. Most of the conversation can't be repeated here. But if I had a quid for every time I was called a "Scots git" I'd retire tomorrow.

One memorable occasion witnessed a competitor from a sister games magazine with `brattitude', call me a "vicious Scots b**!!&d!" Or euphemistically speaking, an inspired Caledonian of superior driving quality and illegitimate parentage - untrue and dangerously libellous. All that from an opponent who is allegedly an anti-racist liberal. Tsk tsk, and eat my dust, loser. The same `liberal' conspired to help a fellow journo win by waiting for me at the crossroads and bashing into my car. The return match awaits.