Waking Dead

My Xbox died yesterday. In fact, if you look at my Gamercard you can see the cause and time of death: Forza Motorsport 2, 30th March, 16:48. I’ve had it since launch, which is about two and a half years, and I’ve had zero problems with it. All around me I was hearing the horror stories. Friends and colleagues had experienced the terrifying red lights, the glow of Death. I’d seen the articles, the ritual slagging off of Microsoft and ringmaster Peter Moore. But in the words of the very stupid, I never thought it would happen to me.

I printed out my little returns label and I’ll be making use of it on Saturday. Microsoft will kindly pay your shipping and repair costs, but God knows how long its going to take. Luckily I’ve developed a moderate addiction to Everybody’s Golf on the PS3, so that should keep me in clover until the white one returns. Although I’d much prefer it if they returned a black one to me. Probably too much to hope for, but you never know…