[intro]Although it won't restore my fixtures and fittings, wiidamage.com can at least afford me a smile at other poor souls' unfortunate accidents [/intro]
The Wii has me peeved. Not because those wacky little games have seriously dented my social life. Not because my Mii has more fashion sense than the real me. Not even because Wii Sports has tricked me into some gentle exercise.
I'm peeved because the Wii-related damage to my home has now reached hundreds of pounds, thanks to the heady mixture of Polish vodka, Scottish bravado and a particularly strenuous game of Wii tennis (note to self – glass lampshades DO NOT make a good substitute for tennis balls…)
Although it won't restore my fixtures and fittings, www.wiidamage.com can at least afford me a smile at other poor souls' unfortunate accidents. The catalogue of disasters includes one very unhappy-looking child with an almost Wii remote-shaped facial injury, a wireless controller embedded in a TV, plus countless broken beer glasses. Hmm – perhaps there should be some guidelines for Wii use under the influence…