In the morning, I arrive at work and explain my day from hell to my boss who takes the news surprisingly well. After half-a-days’ worth of roving, I make it back to Auntie D’s house and turn in. It’s all gone a bit Planes, Trains and Automobiles by this point, as I’m starving, exhausted and without any means of transport.

(Image credit: Rockstar) Saturday, December 21 I look back and see a shadow bobbing just beneath the surface. I shout to Becky to see if she’s okay, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Panicked, I scramble out of the truck and swim to shore. We tumble down the embankment and crash into the river below. She’s doing me a favour, after all.Īs we make our way over the Tongva Valley Bridge we chat some more before – BANG – some arsehole hits the side of our van and runs us off the road. Becky prefers Mariah Carey, it turns out, but admits Chris Rea is a close second. The Royal Mail operator, Becky, and I spend the next five minutes chatting about Christmas, our families, the San Andreas courier community, and our favourite festive tunes. I don’t ask questions and assume it’s a Christmas miracle. I pull away from headquarters, mute the in-game radio, turn up my real-life speaker, and hit the road.Īs fate would have it, a lovely Royal Mail worker does offer me a ride – odd, given Los Santos is a faux version of Los Angeles, situated some 5,160 miles away from where the five-century-old British courier service tends to operate. My first drop is at the Paleto Bay Sheriff Office, which is quite a drive away. I get changed into my uniform and receive my delivery route. I climb the hill towards the office, take a glance over my shoulder and admire the morning sun that blankets the buildings at my back. Los Santos never sleeps, they say, but it’s a bit bleary-eyed at this hour as I make my way across the city, singing all the way. I grab a couple of cans of ECola, hop back on my BMX and head for work. I nod, smile and order a handful of Meteorite bars, Ps & Qs and Ego Chasers.

“Welcome to 24/7, the most convenient store in America,” says the clerk as I come through the door. My day starts at 6am, and work begins at 8, which means I’ve allowed myself four minutes to grab lunch from the 24/7 garage round the corner, before cycling to the GoPostal depot in Downtown Vinewood on the other side of town. One in-game day, then, is 48 real-life minutes-long. In the Grand Theft Auto HD Universe (from GTA 4 onwards), one in-game hour is equivocal to two real-life minutes.

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