Today I am going to pretend that you are all my husband. Now before you get excited about the prospect of lazing around in bed until past noon and having breakfast and innumerable cups of coffee brought to you whilst you potter about on your iPad, let me set the scene.
Two weeks ago I managed to get tickets for The Great British Bake Off: Extra Slice and we arranged to meet two other friends down on the South Bank. We set off with plenty of time and got within 200 metres of the South Bank when a taxi driver pulls up beside us and shouts that we have a flat tyre. Indeed we have, the back left tyre is starting to sag, and husband gets annoyed and starts to curse, so £120 and 30 minutes later at Kwik Fit, we are on the road again and get to the Bake Off studios.
There is no sign of our friends and a quick call reveals they are in Yo Sushi! finishing off a meal. No problems, we still have ten minutes before the doors open and we can spend an afternoon with Mary Berry and cake. Our friends take slightly longer than expected to arrive but there is no one queuing for Bake Off so we’re bound to get in, or so we thought. It turns out they opened the doors early and the studio is now full, now there’ll be no delicious baked treats for us!
A flat tyre and now no Bake Off? Disaster! Or at least it is if you are my husband who proceeds to have a bit of shout and then sulks for the rest of the day. I have a slightly different view of the proceedings: crap happens, there is nothing you can do about it and no amount of sulking will make it better.
Which brings me on the weekend’s PSN outrage and the usual outpouring of bile and hate towards Sony, along with finger pointing and the heroic worship of the people behind the DDoS attacks. People got annoyed and thanks to the relative anonymity of the internet, complained like spoilt children.
Despite what some have claimed, Sony have assured us that nothing was hacked and no personal details were stolen. Customers are wary of Sony since 2011’s massive PSN hack, as they should be, but Sony did learn from that attack and would not have released a statement saying they had not been hacked if that were untrue. To quote George W. Bush, “Fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can’t get fooled again.”
Will Sony get attacked again in the future? Of course they will, and so will Microsoft, Blizzard, EA, Activision and every other big company and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Like blown tyres and missing Bake Off’s, crap happens. Circumstances are beyond your control and you are going to have to live with it, whether you like it or not.
The question is, what do you do when life throws you a curve ball? You could, like my husband, sulk, moan and generally be depressed, annoy others around you and have a miserable day. Or you could do what I did and say, “Sod it, let’s go to the pub instead.” It’s not Bake Off, but I had a very pleasant afternoon and let Jo Brand and guests judge the latest bakes without me.
The failure of the PlayStation Network is a minor inconvenience, a trifling matter considering what else is going in the world, and indeed your own lives. It doesn’t deserve four pages of hate on a blog, two hundred tweets or photoshopped images of Sony’s John Smedley in stocks. Sony are not going to work harder just because you tweeted them and told them they are nobs, they will be going flat out to solve the problem without your input, which you means you are wasting your time as well as theirs.
There is more to life than a good game of Killzone multiplayer. The PSN is down, so what? Do something else, take the opportunity to finish that single player campaign you never completed, go down the pub or go in the kitchen and start baking. Perhaps next time the PSN fails you won’t even notice as you will be in a tent waiting for Paul Hollywood to sink his teeth in to your soggy bottom.
Crap happens, but ranting and raving does absolutely nothing other than annoy you and those around you. Just be careful you don’t turn into the guy in this video: