WOW-Wii

I’ve seen the future – and it’s plugged into my telly. Yes, after three months of searching high and low, I’ve finally managed to bag a Wii. From the moment I played Wii Sports tennis for all of two minutes a few months back (the little white bag of tricks having mysteriously appeared in our office), I was hooked. But this stylish svelt beast is more than just a games console.

Having unboxed the beast, I set to work getting fully Wii-d up. Sensor bar on top of the telly, console positioned nicely next to the DVD player and power plug mains-ed up, it was time to take a step into the weird world of the Wii. It asked me to give it a name. I called it “funbox” – a monica previously reserved for, well a lady called Monica, but that’s another story. Then it asked me if I wanted it to connect to my wireless home network and I was sucked into a world of Wii-shopping, Wii-weather and Wii-news from around the world. All soundtracked with tones that come straight out of the year 2050. It’s an all consuming, intuitive experience that’ll have the whole family hooked regardless of which millennium they were born in.

It’s a 21st century Trojan horse without the nasty masked murderers waiting to jump out and garrotte you in your sleep. No, this little gift from the gods just wants to take you on a gallop around its favourite gymkhana and then see you outside for a round of badminton. You see, with the Wii, Nintendo have put the fun back into gaming (don’t know about you, but I’m fed up with beating ten shades of Skooch out of pedestrians and running over OAP’s during a joyride in a stolen Sedan), and that means I’m embracing the weird world of the Wii with open arms (and a Wii-remote strapped to my wrist).

Anyone want to buy a PSP?