I don’t have to be first across the line.

I simply have to give it a go.

But this was a tough game – five rounds of Raving Rabbids on the Wii against a seasoned 16 year old. The more I wanted to have control of those rabbids, the more I wanted to throw the control – always with total hilarity as I jumped, twisted, dodged and leapt with a piece of plastic in my hand. If life was only that easy to control.

Over a few hours (I’m not sure how many times I said just one more game) of travelling the world and eating carrots, talking on the phone, burping, playing to the beats, jumping over pontoons, making sure the boss didn’t catch me on the internet and selecting new outfits, I came out victorious.

The eyestrain and concern for a smashed tv and attack of hypertension was all worth it. It’s not so often I stare at the tv for hours on end, and by the end of it, have a curled smile across the face as I bask in the glowing moment of victory.

you bloody ripper!