So, I pop round and see a mate of mine and he’s got this new computer game that is just totally awesome or something. He says it’s got some brand new never experienced before co-operative mode and blah blah...do I want a game?
Sure, why not, I've got a spare couple of minutes. I grab a controller.
“We just need to set you up a profile first.”
What the fuck is this? Half hour spent faffing about whilst I dress a character, trying to work out how thick I want his eyebrows and how many buttons on his shirt. All I want to do is play the game not faff about with a bloody virtual Ken Doll like I'm Gok Wan or something. I mean, what’s the point? I don’t even spend half an hour grooming myself in the morning, and I’m in the real world! Why the fuck am I going to go to all that trouble picking a chin and a nose. If I wanted to do that I’d have bought a Mr Potato Head. Just let me play the sodding game!
“Right your profile is set now…”
Good, can we play now? Oh, guess what, I can’t really see my fucking character anyway, as it’s a first person shooter. What was the bloody point? I mean, the Wii Me stuff is meant be a bit of fun, but I just can’t stand people who are so completely anal as to make sure your onscreen representation is actually you, taking the best part of an hour to get the look 'right'. C'mon! I don’t sit down to monopoly and refuse to play until I've fashioned a miniature bust of myself out some silver or something. I might argue over who gets the old boot, but c’mon, just roll the six and get this game started! Life's too short!
RANT!!!
