It was Eleanor's birthday last Friday. She bought herself a Wii. I am now a Wiidower.

The year that I bought the kids one for Christmas - which is about 3 years ago - I also picked up a WWE Smackdown Vs Raw game and spent Boxing Day evening with my shoulder all banged up and smelling of Tiger Balm after trying to hand Batista a Tombstone Piledriver.

Somebody must have bought me Call of Duty the following year I guess, because it's the only other game I own. So, I just spent half an hour having a quick look at it. It kind of went like this:

"You have been killed by a grenade."

I don't play Call of Duty anymore. Call of Duty is not cool.

Now I know why I never owned a gaming machine of any description. Choose Life.