Man, this week has been one long nightmare. You see, on Tuesday 14th April 2009my PS3 decided to turn itself off whilst I was playing FIFA 09 and not turn itself on again, I believe what has struck it down so mercilessly is the 'Red/Yellow light of death'. Call it what you will, it is something that I would not inflict upon any PS3 owners. I now see the shame in my mockery of XBOX 360 owners when they would say that they had been struck by the 'Red rings of death', and instead I now share their pain.

Apparently Sony wat £145 to fix it, but I have a cunning plan..."as cunning as a fox who has been made professor of cunning at Oxford University"...or rather a guy called Tony on a consumer help forum does. Seeing as my PS3 is a launch edition 60Gb console, it is now out of warranty, so now my beef is with ASDA (Wal-Mart for any International readers), whom I bought the PS3 from on the day of release. Tony has given me a letter to send to ASDA and complain to them under some Consumer rights act. Awesome.

Not awesome. So far, 3 days without PS3. God it's terrible, so much boredom. My music and laptop can only sustain me for a few hours at best. My poor laptop, although only a few months old, it can only run one game well: Rome Total War, a very good game nonetheless, but not a game which keeps you hooked for hours. Also, the punishing lack of choice of games for my laptop is...undescribably cruel. All my PS3 game sit there taunting me; FIFA wants me to buy new players in the transfer market; Killzone 2 wants me to kill Col Radec in the last level of the game (which I'm on); Resi 5 wants my love, after having recently bought the Versus mode and only having played it a couple of times; Street Fighter 4 wants me to kick the crap out of some foreign guy online; Ninja Gaiden Sigma wants...well I'm stuck on a level, but never mind; Devil May Cry 4 needs me to slash thebejesus out of some weird looking things; Prince of Persia...again I'm stuck on the Royal Gardens bit; Condemned 2 ushers me to cave some psychpath's head in with a prosthetic arm; MGS4 needs me enjoy it's glory and bask in it's never-ending cutscenes; Guitar Her World Tour, ah how I miss thee; Burnout paradise prods me with a stick and tells me to take down somegit online; finally, Little Big Planet, how I have ignored you recently...poor Sackboy...