Posted by sean on May 14, 2006 at 12:06 pm in Geek Stuff with No Comments

My Xbox 360 died this morning, hard to believe I know that a Microsoft product could ever develop a fault, this must be a first.

I have tried to fix it myself using the usual technical methods – cleaning the lens and discs, checking connections, swearing and issuing threats of violence. It just doesn’t want to play with me anymore. I must admit I have neglected lately, so like an ignored elderly relative it has passed away in its sleep. Unlike Aunt Mabel though, my 360 can be replaced.

I hear the returns policy is about as much fun as pulling teeth. Luckily when purchasing the console I took out additional insurance so fingers crossed I won’t encounter the problems that most other customers have experienced when getting replacements. I’m going to give the insurers a call tomorrow, hopefully it’ll all go to plan and I won’t be dealing with one of the evil insurance companies you hear about every week on Watchdog.

I suppose my 360 died at the best possible time (if there was one). Summer is around the corner so I am less likely to be playing video games and Big Brother & the World Cup will keep me entertained in the viewing department.

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