This evening I did something potentially stupid. I dipped into my savings account and bought a PlayStation 3. Why? Because my work colleagues, Sam and Adam, convinced me that Grand Theft Auto 4 (which WILL be the best game ever) will be better on the PS3 than the Xbox 360.

I now have a PS3. My savings account is a £319 worse off. When I am finally able to get a mortgage and get a house on Twerton High Street, by the football ground; I won’t have enough money for a washing machine, but at least I’ll have a PlayStation 3.

On the other side of the coin, I am not taking a holiday this year, I don’t run a car, I don’t smoke and I don’t drink a lot. Besides football, I have very few luxuries, so why shouldn’t’ I get myself a new toy once in a while? I also work for the NHS and don’t get paid the biggest wage in the world.

Anyway, justifications over… I bought the PS3 from Currys . The PS3 comes in a rather large box, and for an AV dealer, Currys have very small carrier bags – the kind only suitable for holding tins of baked beans, certainly not big enough to hold a games console. The Currys’ staff wanted me to carry the PS3 home, unbagged, in its colourful box. Seeing as this was at 7pm, it was getting dark, and the local chavs were about, I wasn’t too keen. They found a bin liner, which I used. So instead of looking like some guy carrying home a PS3, I looked like some guy carrying home body parts.

The PS3 is now connected to the TV, albeit with my PS2’s component cable – why Sony are so tight they only bundle a non-RGB scart lead is very annoying. Two games came with the console – Gran Turismo 5 and a Viking game – coincidentally enough, I think it’s called Viking. I haven’t had a great deal of time to play these games, but after a short go, Gran Turismo has some cars in it, while Viking has lots of blood. Grand Theft Auto 4 will be a combination of both.