The PlayStation 2 is dead - dead in a hole like a dead worm (best metaphor). Severing the final thread of ongoing connection to the 155 million-selling system first released 18 years ago, Sony has closed down the console's aftercare service in Japan.

The PS2 is synonymous with many things - including that unappealing logo, backwards compatibility, and the colour black. It was, in short, the best-selling games console of all time, and this final bullet in its coffin is as good a reason as any to pay tribute to some of the quirkier games which dangled their whimsy in front of its face. 

Because, you see, the PS2 was nothing if not a rostrum of incongruity.

WOT?

Jason Robertson - the man who rummages down the backs of YOUR sofas - has provided us with yet another classic edition of Digitiser, not seen for 23 of your English years.

This time we've a bumper weekend instalment, featuring Violet Berlin and the first part of an interview with Argonaut Software mogul Jez Sex (San). Interestingly, it also boasts a made-up letter by one "Danny Boyd", and an Old Game: Here that's also clearly made up, as it has been "sent in" by someone I used to sit next to at school.

Also: see if you can find the hilarious way I used to think "monkeys" was spelled. Given how frequently I'd write about moneys, it would often be the catalyst for some merriment. 

Don't forget, if you've got some old VHS tapes - especially if they contain footage of you frolicking - to let Jason know.

I know this is really bad, but sometimes before deciding to read a book I look up the author, and if they have a promotional pic which makes them look like an idiot... I don't read the book. I know there's an irony here - that I am, you know, "judging a book by its cover" - but it's true. I mainly choose books based upon whether the author looks like somebody I'd happily go for a beer with.

If they look a bit odd, or wanky, or as if they're the sort of person for whom writing books is the only thing they've got going on in their life, I'll find something else to read. I know I'm a terrible person, but much as I like reading, I'm also massively judgemental, and don't want to read books written by some weirdo.

It might stem from the fact I myself write for a living, and view it as a job, and don't consider writing to be this magical thing, where the characters live in your head and have a life of their own and that. It's just making stuff up. Well, bully for you that you've got the single-minded perseverance to spend months writing down all that imaginary bollocks in return for a two grand advance and bragging rights.

Quick - get somebody to take a moody, black-and-white photo of you while you stand in front of some ivy, and squint off into the middle distance doing your "author face"... 

...What was this meant to be about again? Oh yeah. Here are 10 books which got turned into games.

Jason Robertson - teletext's apology for Indiana Jones - has once more been ferreting around in the fusty mausoleums of Pixeltopia. This time, he has unearthed another entire edition of classic Digitiser, not seen by human eyes since the 24th May 1994 - a year-and-a-bit into Digi's life.

For more on what Jason does, how he does it - and how to get in touch if you have any old VHS tapes you'd like to loan to his noble cause - bear lewd witness to his website: here.