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In the M&S just outside Birmigham station I was queing behind a couple, the women of whom turned to me and said "I'm hiding the cakes." After briefly wondering if either of us were mad, I replayed the last 10 seconds and realised she'd been holding her backet to the side of her husband's head, and I'd been staring without realising, but that in fact it was between his eyes and a row of lucious cakes. We conversed for a moment until we were served, but I had to end the conversation with "At this point, I have to say I think your strategy has become counterproductive."

Yesterday I went out with Dad. We started walking up the pub to the camp with a dog he walks for someone, then visited a couple of obscure worcester pubs he finds nostalgic. If I've counted right I beat him seven times, which is very unusual, at: twice crib, thrice pool, and twice dominoes (5s and 3s). All were very, very close (on the black ball, in dead hole for ages, etc) apart from the first domino game, when I streaked ahead. I shouldn't feel pleased, but he's still normally a bit better than me, so I think I can savour it. And if I've counted right I had 6 pints, of scrumpy, IPA and Banks's. The most satisfying bit was when I led with the double five and he knocked and I managed to score about 14 before forced to get rid of it, though he got his own back with sixes and threes later that round.

Date: 2004-09-01 02:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com
But that's *more* effort because then (1) I don't get to ignore them and (2) I have to run around the shop shouting "Kippers!" and stuffing marbles into my ears.