Thank you Game.co.uk for reminding me..

..That I’ve wasted £300 on a useless piece of garbage that isn’t even worthy enough to sit outside my house, in a dustbin, let alone in my room! Of course you all know what I’m talking about; the PS3: the one system that once bought, sits around your house moping like a unloved, neglected stray-dog.

From this point on in the blog, I shall now refer to my PS3 as ‘my dog’. I’d just like to take a minute to remind readers that I do not believe the PS3 is on the same level as dog, that would be a lie and would offend many of my pup readers out there, espically those who idolize Amy Whineouse.

There’s only one thing that I wish the PS3 had that the Xbox 360 does, and that’s the ability to occasionally die from the RROD. That way, I could maybe take it back to the store in which I bought it from and – oh – I don’t know, sell it firewood.

Now if you’ve made it this far into my blog, you’ve no doubt noticed the letter I received in the post this morning. Like the stray dog, this letter showed up on my front doorstep, cold and hungry – famished and tired – staring up to me with it’s great big puppy dog eyes which if you aren’t a cold hearted sociopath like U2’s leader singer, Bono, it’ll make you feel something you may never have felt before. I don’t quite know what it was, maybe it was love which caused my charitable act of adoption, then again, maybe it was just pitty for Sony’s recent lack of sales for the PS3.

Now the comparison between a dog, Amy Whineouse and a PS3 isn’t one you’d expect – I understand that as Amy Whinouse is an Anorexic whore, while the PS3 on the other hand, is more of what you’d call a black Michelle McManus or, of course, Oprah Winfrey.

Anyways, I’m done with this rant..

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