Entry for December 30, 2006

Oh dear. I have got the X Box working.
It has to be said that computer games should not be made available to those, like me, who have an obsessive compulsive personality disorder. As my sister correctly pointed out to me the other day, I am the man who once devoted an entire university term to perfecting the art of throwing my slippers in the air and catching them on my feet. Before you mock, try it yourself. It’s harder than you think, particularly if you want to perfect the holy grail of slipper tossing – the legendary three somersaults with one and a half twists.
If I can devote so much time to the simple slipper, imagine how the X Box is likely to affect me. I mean lets face it, slippers are nice, but they were not designed with entertainment in mind. I mean if you want nice cosy toes as trip lightly over the parquet flooring then don’t try easing your foot into the disc drive of the X box. If toasty tootsies are what you desire then, I would venture to suggest that slippers are, most certainly, your boys.
However, I fancy that if you’re after a bit of entertainment, then unless either (a) you went to Eton and are hankering after a little bit of a slipper/bottom action to remind you of the old days, or (b) you are me (and let’s face it, that is not altogether without its philosophical problems) then you’ll generally pick the X Box.
The lovely X Box. With it’s black shiny casing. And the circular green light that beckons you. The whirr of the disc drive; it’s seductive whisper luring addictive personalities everywhere to hours without sleep.
I love my X box. My slippers lie forgotten in the bottom of the wardrobe.