John Archer writes:
"The Christmas holidays are a chance to put in some serious time console gaming. Excellent. Um, except for the fact that last week, at least, my gaming talents appear to have completely deserted me.
Seriously, it's bizarre. I used to hold my own against most of the Yanks playing Halo 3 on the Xbox 360 online, or strum my guitar in perfect time with the music on Guitar Hero III. But last week I was getting shotguns in my face before I'd even noticed anyone was there, and my musical timing was so bad that Brian May was crying into his magnificently unfashionable hair.
What's going on? Was my age suddenly catching up with me? Were my reflexes giving up the ghost? Thankfully, no. It turns out the reason for my new-found crapness was, in fact, my TV. Let me explain..."
