I am in training. I have 9 days to get ready. 9 days to become something I haven't been for many years! I must be ready and not falter. To do so will risk my son being an outcast in his own classroom. I must immerse myself in the ways of Xbox. I must become the Xbox. In all things I must first conclude how would I do this on Xbox. It has led to some pretty hair raising journey's to work I can tell you. WRC is not so bad but I don't advise a full immersion technique with Grand Theft Auto. You just can't find a Kalashnikov when you really need one! I have to admit this is an alien world to me. Or had I inadvertently made that blindingly obvious? The reason for all this is that a new game is up for midnight release on the 11th November. It is called Skyrim. My son is going bananas about it. Unfortunately it is an 18 cert game (I think). Any way at nearly 16 my son is not old enough just yet. After the ruck I caused in my local Supermarket over an Xbox magazine ( which my son was fully entitled to purchase except he had forgotten I.D. and couldn't prove it.) When i asked to buy it the shop went all serious and refused to sell it to me (perfectly within their right). What irritated me was that I was not allowed to vouch as to my son's age. If you don't have the paper work you are screwed. I accept the Supermarket have to watch themselves that they don't sell to under age people but it is the assumption that I am lying that gets me. So the upshot is that I have to feign interest in this game and make sure I convince the vendor I am indeed a sad git with nothing else to live for and would gladly queue well past my bed time to buy a fantasy game. Before you start to judge me on buying adult games for the under age, all i can say is TOO LATE! He is already a regular user of such gaming activity. Even if I were to lay down the law he can find all he desires at a friends house, never mind the the dark and dangerous films my ex Father in law likes to watch with his grand children. I would be a soul cast upon the abyssal sea. A loner in my own home. It is out there and it is almost impossible to prevent it. So deal with it. Anyone who says otherwise is a control freak whose children will disown them in later life. So I REALLY want to be a middle earth type with horns on my helmet and a sword in my hand, slay dragons, eviscerate trolls and collect gold. I REALLY DO!! I have to be there at midnight to collect so that my son can get a good half hour of play in before school in the morning. Don't Judge me!