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Anthony Boydell
United Kingdom
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Wednesday. 1930HRS.
Invitation received from Jobbers.
Boffo in attendance also, but Smudge still 'bed-ridden'.
Jobbers recently in receipt of a consignment of boardgames and eager to try them out. Rod Stewart and Rush albums poised and at the ready.
Pork scratchings awaiting cue.
First game: Big Shot - 18 auctions of 4 cubes a time; cubes won are placed on to any number of available 'buildings'. When a building reaches 7 cube population, evaluate who has 'won' it - tie for first = second place wins. Loans taken to supplement bidding. Buildings worth money at game end LESS loans taken. Lots of watching other peoples money (pushing them into having to take loans to win a lot), sneaking a second place scoop in a building bu forcing a tie for first etc. It also has Ravensburger on the box, which is a big clue to quality. Jobbers won by a hefty margin, Boddle second and Boffo bringing up his rear.
Second game: Parade - set avoidance and damage limitation brain-ache of a game. Simple structure, lots to think about. Jobbers wins again, by a piddling two points from Boddle, with Boffo once again occupying the behind position.
Pork scratchings restless - may not be able to hold them for much longer.
Third game: Don - more auctioning, but with a twisted Coloretto-like feel to the set collection. Problem comes from not being able to bid a number 'that ends' with a number of a card you have already collected eg. if I have a 3, 4, 7 and 8 in front of me, I am not allowed to ever bid 3, 13, 4, 14, 7, 17, 27 etc etc. I managed to collect 24 pts worth of cards (colour sets, pyramid scoring) from 0 thru 9 which meant I had to sit out of the final round. Jobbers (again) took the laurels, with Boddle in the middle of it all once more, and a rather dejected Boffo hanging out of the back of it.
(A rustle from the salty bag of meaty treats)
Having fiddled around the bush quite enough for one evening, the Holy Trinity could hold back no more and Jobbers performed the two best actions of the evening:
a) he put some Pink Floyd on the Stereo, and
b) he fetched his copy of Agricola
(Crunchy pig skin AHOY!)
My farm: 53 points (53-35-18) - thankfully, Boffo managed to pull himself off (the bottom) and into second position - redeeming himself, somewhat. Please note the Oven, Bee-Hive (8 food off that one) and the sneaky Constable that came into play PENULTIMATE ACTION OF THE GAME to get me 5 bonus points. A timely LAYABOUT drew disgusted snorts, also.
The Moon, high in the inky black, sang me homeward in silver beams; Jobbers and Boffo were settling into Thurn and Taxis - a Boffo favourite - so I hold out much hope for the be-bearded huffer sweeping a first triumph and it carrying him home, joyously, to the horizontal Smudge.
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