Smingleigh Family Wisdom
Historical Note: A Rock Paper Shotgun commenter who rejoices in the name “Lambchops” asked the following question: “Also quick straw poll here, which one of the RPS writers is “the hot one?”
I’ll always remember the day when my father, Lord Arbuthnot “Buffy” Smingleigh, took me to one side and laid out the most important rule in life.
“Cuthbert”, he said, “There is only one fact you need to know. There is never any games journalist sexier than the one in front of you right now. You can’t fake it, you can’t lie. Just believe there are no other games journalists – put them out of your mind, they don’t exist. Even if there are other games journalists, they can’t hold a candle to the one you’re with, because the second he or she gets a sniff that they’re not number one, you’ll find yourself alone in that bed, reviewing games on your own.”
That was shortly before the unfortunate hunting incident in which he shot himself in the foot when one of his boots showed Bolshevik tendencies. My father was a wise man. He was as mad as a box of weasels, of course, but he was wise in his own way.