the good stuff
Browser games, no installs, no nonsense, all hosted right here on pless.uk. Built for a laugh, so play them like that.
A full-fat Scottish creature-catching parody — my biggest game yet. Bottle aw 100 Hingmies wi’ an empty ginger bottle, defeat the six Bam squads for their bottle caps, then take on the Mad Squad in Glesga to become the Biggest Bottler. Saves your progress, works with a gamepad, and yer maw says ye cannae come hame til yer somebody.
A Crossy-Road-style dash through Kilwinning, built with my son to mark his turn as royal prince at Segdoune this year. Hop across Main Street, dodge the Ardrossan buses and make it to the Abbey. Heavily fictionalised, obviously.
A faithful tribute to the 1984 ZX Spectrum original — one of the first games I ever got into as a small child in the late 80s, on our family’s Spectrum +2, which is the first machine I ever wrote any code on. Run the lifts, mind the gaps. Original by Janko; Spectrum version by K.J. Bezant (1984).
A satirical fighting-game scrap with a parliamentary flavour. Pick your champion and settle it the auld-fashioned way.
A tribute to the cult Downing Street Fighter flash/Shockwave game from 2001 — rebuilt for 2026 politics. Pick your fighter and scrap it out on the steps of No.10. Inspiration credit to the originals: Steve, Kolla, Sam and Bart (real names unknown).
A pixel-art beat-’em-up where you batter back the chaos of IT life. Survive the On-Call Nightmare endless mode and the dreaded Reply-All swarm.
Clean up the streets, one bit of rubbish at a time. Civic duty, gamified — and weirdly satisfying. When else will you get to jump on the head of a litter lout??
Over 20 years ago my mates and I took on the world as a rock ‘n’ roll band. The songs didn’t quite catch on — but we did have a better website than some really big bands, which felt like the more important battle at the time 😉 Recapture our heyday in this game and save rock ‘n’ roll from the suits.
Birdwatching on the Thames at Windsor. Spot them, identify them, and don’t guess — three wrong calls and the light’s gone. Rarer birds score more, and every one comes with a wee fact so you leave knowing your grebe from your goosander.