So, more than two years, one journey half-way across the world, and 3 house moves after its purchase, my ever-reliable Xbox 360 has met its fate. That's right, having turned it on in order to rack up some practice laps on Forza 2, the noisy white box coughed, spluttered and flashed me the Three Red Lights of Doom.
Now I'm a big fan of the 360. No, it doesn't make a good movie or music player, but as a games machine it's quite frankly the nuts. Facing weeks without it worries me, particularly as the Mass Effect expansion has just hit Xbox Live and the release schedule is starting to hot-up.
Moreover, my 360 is a bit special because it's a Japanese model, and although Microsoft have agreed I can return it, rumours of broken 360s being replaced by other people's refurbished ones suggest that I may never see my specific one again.
And that makes me sad, because (in a Full Metal Jacket stylee) this is MY 360. There are many like it, but this one is MINE.