Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Not the title I was going to use.


Adam, who we have not seen at the Ribs of Beef for many months, had bought inadequate paint. That was the reason given for Rachael and Chris arriving at NoBoG a full 15 minutes earlier than I've come to expect. Obviously, the greyhounds hadn't understood the concept of emulsion paint and so Rachael had come to the Ribs to find a sympathetic audience that would shake their heads in disapproval as she explained how Adam had bought paint that had separated in the can and, which despite being stirred, would not form a substance suitable for painting a bathroom. I completely understood her pain; only the other day I had opened a strawberry yoghurt, which had "separated" and despite claims on the packaging, I felt it would probably not aid my digestive system or the well-being of my stomach. In fact, if I had eaten it, I have no doubt that I would have violently redecorated my bathroom in Strawberry Pink, which incidentally is the shade Rachael and Adam had chosen for their bathroom.

Anyway, there were 13 in attendance last night. Other tables played Small World and Race for the Galaxy, whilst I played Power Grid with Jimmy, James, Pete and Rich (ha! and you thought that it would be Pete and Rich playing Race and Small World). Anyway, I won Power Grid and for the second week in a row the legitimacy of my victory was questioned by Rich, as we forgot a small piece of maintenance halfway through the game, which may or may not have changed the outcome. Jimmy came second, Rich third, followed by Pete and finally James, who deservedly came last for advocating the cutting down of all of the rain forests in order to reduce greenhouse gas emissions.

The other table finished off with Bohnanza and we finished off the evening with a few rounds of Land Unter.

This week I was drinking Special Ale, brewed by a brewery that has thankfully slipped my mind. The barman said it wasn't very nice and I ignored him and bought a pint of it anyway. It was O.K for a few sips, but by halfway it was clear that it wasn't special, but shit. I compare it to Zombies!!! - looks promising, but it's horrible and you really just want the experience to end.

Scratching count: Seven bags! (I only ate one bag, but I'm sure I've got salt poisoning).


2 comments:

andy malcolm said...

great write up. even better than being there!

King Crocker said...

hilarious write up. Ywho played black?