Damn, Richard Hammond has brain injuries…but at least the doctor’s ay he’ll make a “good recovery”. I hope “I AM A DRIVING GOD!” returns to his usual self after all of this, and also returns to one of my favourite shows. Here’s hoping.

Because Japan are 9 hours agead of us, therefore making it 3 in the morning over there, it means that we over here in Blighty will get all the latest news from TGS when we wake up. I’ve already written off the idea of staying up al night, waiting for trailers that may never appear. I still remember the classic night that was E3 2005 - pressing refresh every couple of seconds in hope of seeing the very first PS3 got very boring, and at about 1am, I gave up and went to bed. But I can’t help but being excited about this year’s Tokyo Game Show. For a start, there’s Final Fantasy XIII, Final Fantasy Versus XIII, Final Fantasy Agito XIII (I’m curious, that’s all…), Final Fantasy Haeresis XIII (….maybe), plus all the rest - like what the hell’s going on with Gran Turismo? Last I heard, they were making GT HD, then Vision GT/GT5, GT For Boys, then GT4 Mobile. I wonder how many of those games actually still exist…

(Jesse) Tonight, I will mostly be eating chips. (Jesse)

Video Of The Day: Advent Children Co-op Theater

Song Of The Day: Alex Parks - Honesty

Piccy Of The Day: No, your not seeing things, that IS a big box of PlayStation 3s…

Quotes Of The Day (Relating to the above picture):

“Its a box. What do you want from me?”

“Look at the fecking SIZE of those boxes! They’re HUGE! I suppose they have to be, to fit a gigantic 30-pound nuclear-powered waffle iron in them.”

“Looks real to me. The only problem is that stack is the entire US allotment.”

“The Korean PlayStation 3 smugging ring caught on tape.”

From the comments on the pics, I discovered that these are in fact the PS3s being unloaded to be used on the TGS show floor. *cough*

Piccy Of The Day II:

That’s “six” and “teen” people! Sixteen! 16! XVI! That’s one more than 15! Yes, I rock. And I’m sixteen. Sweet sixteen, as the great song goes. Indeed. So, what has fate bestowed me on this great day? Well, after remembering it was my bday, Chriss wrote on  piece of paper “Happy 16th Birhday” inside was a drawing of a 50p piece, with “don’t spend it all at once!” written below. That was great. She also offered me a real 50p, but I declined. Henry gave me a pencil. Pretty much everybody gave me birthday digs. Much more digs than my age suggests, but proboblay not less than I deserve. Anyway, my mum gave me £50 and I got another £30 from random family members, none of whom seem to be able to spell my name correctly, even after 16 years. Lokk, my aunt and my nan should remmber how to spell Philip. But no, they have to put an extra “l” in, to make it Phillip. Surely it would cause far less confusion if I was just called Phillip in the first place? Meh. Nigel also gave me £3! Yaya for Nigel! He rocks! But he’s in hospital at the moment, so let’s hope he gets better.

I did v well in my Welsh speaking coursework thingy - but then it’s Welsh, so it doesn’t matter. “O, gret. Da beth.” However, I escaped doing my English speech (on dust, remember?) so I have to do it next week. Comapred to everybody elses serious subjects on why we shouldn’t kill animals, why we shouldn’t kill each other, and that Paul McCartney really died in 1966 (okay, so the last one wasn’t that serious, but it was bloody funny), mine is gonna sound…odd. But I have a feeling it’s either gonna rock, or sink. It all depends om my confidence, and how I improvise (hey, my speech is only about 1 minute long as is), so there. Upon telling Calum my plan to do a speech on dust, he wrote a poem on dust. I seem to have misplaced it for now. I’ll find it later.

I will be back.

Song Of The Day I: Hilary Duff - Sweet Sixteen

Song Of The Day II: TATU - All The Things She Said