Pete Hindle

On Friday, I left the house for Datarama, Newcastle’s software version of Dorkbot. Well, maybe it’s a more artistic, friendly version of Dorkbot, without all the posturing that can be seen at the Limehouse. That’s not strictly important. What is important is that, whilst there, I presented my resubtitled version of Gran Torismo. Gran.Torino.subtitles (that’s [...]

In my teenage years, I had a big comic habit (graciously funded by my parents). It all started with the Silver Surfer double-issue where the Kree-Skrull war kicked off, on a holiday in Saffron Walden. I can’t remember the year it was, but it was before my reading speed kicked into the ludicrously high speed [...]

I was shopping with Brian in Morrisons when I noticed how bitter I had become. I turned to him and said “I hate cake”. It’s offical: I’m suffering from some form of bitterness that has subsumed my soul. This state is not unusual for me though; however, I think I’m going to have to say [...]

I often seem to myself like some sort of internet-appliance-made-flesh. And this month, we have the phone bill to prove it, with a massive overcharge for 47gb of ‘excess internet usage’. Thanks, BT! I love you too! However, after my last post I managed to climb out of my stained office chair, throw on some [...]

I’m working on a series of portraits of people playing computer games. There are several problems with this – getting the picture right, getting people to play the game, etc – but I’ve nearly worked out all the kinks. I’m not entirely sure where this goes though, but I’ve drawn up a plan and I [...]