Ben brought games down to the Ribs for the first time ever. And against NoBog custom his game, Dominion, hit the table. This is not right. There is an unspoken rule that you have to bring a game down for at least 12 weeks in a row before it even has a chance of being played. Actually, it’s not an unspoken rule, as Crocker reminded us how he brought Leonardo Da Vinci along for two years straight and we refused to play it. Anyway, Ben played Dominion with Lovely Rich, Luke, Tash and New Pete. Ben won. Nobody was surprised, as he’d looked at a strategy guide prior to teaching it to the rest of the table. Nobody was surprised that he didn’t buy a drink either. Again. Tight git.
On the other table Mr Crocker, Old Pete, New Andy and myself played a game of Brass, which is an economic/efficiency game set in the better half of the North of England during the Industrial Revolution. This was the third time I’d played Brass and I enjoyed it more than my previous sessions as it has a rather steep learning curve and it takes a while to get into the flow. I hit the ground running this time, as I’d vaguely remembered how to play. I set a decent pace in the first era, only to be reeled in by the outstanding Crocker, who beat me by one point in the finally tally. Curse him!
Have to say a big welcome to twin brothers Andy and Pete, who attended their first proper session (having sussed us out the week before last). Hopefully they both enjoyed themselves and weren’t put off by Crocker’s potty mouth, who shouted every profanity under the sun in the course of the three hours. The cunt. And if you’re wondering how to tell Andy and Pete apart – Andy wears a scarf and Pete sits at the other table by the door.
Beer: I was on the Wherry. The old standard. Lack of guest ales at the Ribs recently.
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