It's been a long, long time since I last played chess and I wasn't particularly good at it back then, I figured I was doing well to remember the moves for each piece and how to set up the board.
Dave and I both claimed that we had no idea what we were doing but I suspect he was trying to be kind to me, after all he has 6 months of chess club under his belt. I was doing so well right up to the point where I completely failed to notice my queen was under threat and David snaffled her up with a hoot of triumph.
We continued with our war of attrition with David getting quieter and scowlier by the minute as I cleared his pieces from the board until finally he was left with just his king and queen. At which point I skilfully backed myself into a corner and the bugger WON!
I'm so embarrassed.
By the way, the scratches on the board? Are cat claw marks. Don't ask.
Reflections on the 1970s
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