The plastic dove slid out of the window and 'cuckooed' twice. It's already 2 am in the morning, and I'm far from nodding infront of my lappie.

A few minutes ago I've juz switched off the black funbox after more than two hours of button bashing the game Cold Fear. I think I've progressed quite deep into the storyline, after a dozen times of razing countless agitated zombies with an arsenal of firearms. My personal favourite is the shotgun. What more fun than smashing thier heads with high velocity ballistic pellets? Don't get me wrong, I'm not a violent person. In this context the only way to erase that chilling up the spine during a zombie encounter is to be trigger happy. That really helps alot. Unfortunately I came to an abrupt stop. I could be playing this till 6 in the morning, but I planned to read a few chapters of Da Vinci Code instead just before I hit the pillow.

Later.