This was in response to my first machine code game on the 8-bit Atari in 1983 – Storm in a Teacup (yeah, I know, I should sue!)
I used a pseudonym as you can see. It didn’t last. Chris knew I wasn’t a James Kent because all the names I included in the credits list were definitely not of the “James Kent” variety and very much of the “Shahid Ahmad and family” variety.
Still, it suited me. I used the name James Kent for a couple of games before I decided to drop it. In the end, calling myself James was just a test to see if it was racism that was the main factor behind my games getting rejected. It wasn’t. My earlier games had been rejected because they were shit and written in BASIC. Storm in a Teacup was shit too, but it was written in Assembler, got me about £300 and up to Hull for a day or two.
A 17 year old being picked up from Hull station in an XR3i was quite a thing back then. It was a white XR3i, but it didn’t matter.
I liked Chris a lot. He was a funny guy, genuine and decent. I’d love to know what he’s up to today. Anyone know? Anyway, enjoy this letter.
Tim had forgotten my first name already, after he’d contacted me to find out if I’d be interested in doing a conversion of Brian Bloodaxe to the Commodore 64.
It didn’t happen in the end, he wasn’t happy to pay what I asked, which really wasn’t a lot. I went on to do Chimera and lots of other things I also enjoyed doing for Telecomsoft.
Yes, it’s been a while since I posted here. Just because I stopped working on Chimera (for a while) doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to pick it up again. While you wait for more progress on that, take a look at the picture. I just dug that out. I have an original copy of De Re Atari too.
I sold my Race Inc BMX, won in a competition in 1980, to pay for such manuals. When I started making money out of video games in the early 1980s, I bought the bike back. Sadly, the bike was stolen from a flat in Nuneaton by a bunch of racist scum. It’s a long story. It was a very distinctive bike, and if anyone knows how I could get it back, I’d be really grateful.
Meanwhile, there is an awful lot I want to talk about, but simply cannot say in public, because you know, there are duplicitous scumbags who would do anything to make the lives of other people hell. And I don’t dig that, especially not during Ramadan.
I hope you’re all well, and do feel free to catch up with me here soon for some more nostalgia.