three red rings of death
Last Friday, Norman Junior III emerged from his bedroom, looked mournfully at me and pronounced in a quiet voice: ‘Dad - I’ve got the three red rings of death.’ ‘Just have an aspirin and sit down quietly for a bit. Your mum will be back soon.’ ‘No Dad - not me. It’s my XBox. It has the dreaded three red rings of death and won’t boot.’ And so we embarked on a prolonged saga that involved a fruitless hunt for a two year old receipt that revealed plenty of interesting long lost items but not the actual receipt from Game....