I blogged recently about our panic that we might not be able to get an Xbox for young Master P, of finding one on Currys website, and cynically thinking I had been taken in by a marketing ploy. Well I take it all back.
It was delivered today. And guess who answered the bloody door? Yep, young Master P. It wasn’t in a plain package either, just its Xbox box. But Master P made a good attempt at pretending he hadn’t noticed, bless.