The great enemy of my sanity is 4.15pm. That’s 45 minutes of workday remaining – just enough time to find and turn around a news story before Julian sounds the Thrice-Girdled Klaxon of Labour’s End. The sensible thing to do would be to pick a nice, easy write-up like “Developers XYZ are still making that videogame they were making before, say it’s going pretty well”. But inevitably, my appetite defeats my reason, and I find myself firing up the demo…