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Today I am in such a good mood, even finding out that the Misogynistic Belgian is to blame for bollixing my server yesterday, has barely put a dent in the day. What is wrong with me! My brain has completely turned to mush and I am unable to form coherent thoughts. In the event that normal cognitive skills do not return I may be forced to subject you, my dear readers, to severe giddiness and an overuse of smilies . Should you become physically ill upon reading, I shall not be held responsible.
Thank you for your patience, please stayed tuned. I expect normal service to resume in a day or so, give or take, depending on what path events take.
So I have decided that Pool is not such a bad game after all. Iâ€™ve spent the last twenty odd years of my life determined that I am no good at it, that it is a silly game, and that I donâ€™t like playing it. So why I agreed to go out and play a few games with the Cute Canadian last night is quite beyond me.
But play I did, in a rather nice pub called the Mitre, and all the five games we played were won by yours truly.
I would like to claim that it was my innate skill at the game showing through, but I do have a policy of telling the truth, even if it isnâ€™t the whole truth, on this blog, so I have to admit that in the grand scheme of things, the CCâ€™s skill was better than mine. He just cracks under the tiniest amount of pressure. Remarkably easy to distract as well.
He then got his own back by challenging me to a game of Fussball. By the end of the game I was pretty much down to ritual suicide as the only way to reclaim my honour.
Still, I won five games of Pool, he didnâ€™t, so