Here are some photos from the London PS3 launch. It was like the opening scenes of 28 Days Later.

No names... yet

There were, literally, no more than 120 queuing people inside, and half of them were journalists. No queues outside. And this was 11pm on the Official Midnight Launch night for all of central London. It was a disaster. Obviously we’re bound to say that, but it was. Nobody was interested in the slightest. Today, we are proud to be British.

The remaining few idiots who didn't 'get the memo'

That’s the queue. All of it. The phrase we want to use to describe the clear death of PlayStation is “seismic shift in the national psyche” but that might be a bit over the heads of the 20,000 Gamefaqs readers we’ve picked up in the last couple of weeks. To put it in simpler terms – “Ps3 is teh doomed”.

SMELLED OF DEATH

The London launch also proved how old fashioned Sony’s “lifestyle” approach is. 10 years ago, we’d have been wowed by a launch party which featured hired performers, a predictable selection of hip hop music being played too loud and an overly-enthusiastic MC trying to get people to sound excited. Now, though, it’s just embarrassing.

PS3 - DEAD ON ARRIVAL

A few more disinterested automatons, the last of a dying breed, trudge lifelessly toward the till because they think they have to. It is the same across all of Europe. Today, we have woken up to a better, brighter world. A GREAT DARKNESS HAS BEEN LIFTED FROM US ALL! Sony is over. More photos from the European night of GLORY soon.