This was going to be part two of a feature that would have started with the Christmas Cunts List, but a crashing attack of conscience stopped us from taking pot-shots when it’s the season of supposed goodwill. Instead, here’s who we like and respect:
We want to finish this blog leaving one thing absolutely clear: we’ve got so much respect for Gillen, it’s almost embarrassing. God knows he talks shit from time to time, and we’ll happily join in with the communal piss onto his face over that NGJ Manifesto bollocks, but none of that really meaningfully damages the fact that he seriously knows what he’s talking about. Pretentions aside, there’s one of the best understandings of games journalism out of anyone in the industry ticking away inside his bespectacled head. We also think it’s telling that out of everyone we know in the business, only the arrogant narcissists seem to dislike him. Interesting, that.
One of the most level-headed guys in games journalism and, ironically for the editor of the Unreliable EuroGamer, a consistently good writer. He most impressed us this year by stepping up and taking responsibility for EG’s Braid review, which puts to shame every other editor of the journos and mags we’ve criticised. It lies in stark contrast to the Bath Elitorati, who just cry like bitches whenever we level a shot at someone in their perpetual circle jerk.
Jon Log Blyth
Jon Log Blyth
If justice was something that actually existed, Blyth would be swamped with work offers on the basis of him being the best games journalist this country has. But there is no thing as justice, so the absence of his cock in the arses of the establishment means he gets nowhere near the recognition he deserves.
The lifeblood not only of this blog, but the industry itself. We salute every last one of you.
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