R.I.P.
So my 360 finally bit the bullet. Maybe now I’ll admit that there’s more to it than a load of loud mouthed fanboys mouthing off on the internet.
It first showed signs of illness last week when it started freezing up randomly. I turned it on its side and that seemed to help. For a bit.
But now it freezes all the time. Microsoft say they want to charge me £80 to repair it because it’s out of warranty. By less than a month. Scandalous. So I took the advise of a good hearted forumite and took it back to Comet armed with a copy of the Sales of Goods act. That specifies that if an item is faulty at the time of purchase, a retailer is liable, regardless of their bullshit warranty period.
The dispute I inevitably ended up having at 9:30am this morning with Carly the Help Desk girl revolved around whether it was faulty at the time of purchase. She said it wasn’t as it worked. I say it was as Microsoft has admitted its initial shipments were unreliable.
For now the dispute is unresolved. She’s making some calls and writing some mails to see what she can do, apparently, and will call me back on Monday. I had intended to put up a huge fight in the store and refuse to leave without a new console, but I woke up in a foul mood this morning. You’d think that would aid me in a heated dispute, but that was not the case. Hopefully I’ll be feeling more confrontational on Monday.
I don’t know why I woke in a bad mood today. But just a moment ago I was having a fag on the front step when I saw some chavs walking down the street towards me kicking fences and swearing loudly. Then a Police van pulled up and told them off and they were all apologetic. It was only after the van had sped off down the road that they chose to courageously shout ‘pig’ and ‘wanker’ at him. Somehow the whole event felt as if it had something to do with the grumpiness I felt this morning as I queued up at Comet.
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