Every year for the last *coughcough* years I have written to Father Christmas, sending him a list of things I would love to receive as Christmas presents that year. Despite my advancing years and the growing avalanche of non-believers desperate to convince me of his non-existence, I have taken a scientific approach and the evidence is on my side: Every year I write, every year I get presents.
However, this year is different. The success of TSA giving me what I need and my age-addled imagination rendering me incapable of thinking what I want, I decided to try something new. If only Sony were Father Christmas, then surely one well-worded letter would be enough to make believers of us all?
I don’t want a Home Beta, I want an Xbox Live beater.
Sackboy called: He doesn’t want to shop at Harvey Nicks anymore, Matalan will do just fine.
Localise – is this why everything’s late to the Euro-PSN party: What about my local eyes?
If Criterion charged 1 t-shirt for DLC it would be better than games costing 10 t-shirts.
I’d like to table a motion: No more SixAxis motion.
My Home Clubhouse’s football could at least respond to customer input: Is that too much to ask of you, Sony?
I believe I bought a PS Eye because of the promises you made. Now I can’t believe I bought a PS Eye.
Install red lights in Home Square.
If the first (price) cut is the deepest, then you needed a sharper knife.
The 360’s running rings round you and the Wii’s pissing all over you, but I’m not going to whine, because the Year of the PS3 – that’s 2009.