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Life and Games (but mostly games) from Tony Boydell: Dad, Husband and Independent UK Game Designer, Agricola fanboy and jealous admirer of Carl Chudyk. www.surprisedstaregames.co.uk

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Crivens! By the intimate piercings of Mother Theresa it was cold in the leafy, frosted Forest of Dean on Friday! Despite the palpable flowing of thick, chilling air I had to take the poor mutt out for his weekly bounce:



Even after midday, the shaded grass was still shimmering white but a thick scarf and a woolly hat was all I needed to keep the core temperature comfortably-stable. Ziggy, as you would expect, absolutely delighted in his temporary field-based freedom: scampering, snuffling, stretching and (steamily) shitting.

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The Ross-on-Wye board gamers achieved another splendid turn-out, despite the ice, with far-afield venturers Dan and Gerv making us up to the magic 'six'. It was a close call, however; Becky was reportedly reluctant to attend and only agreed on the promise of a Terraforming Mars. Luckily, Jobbers was bringing my copy back after leaving it behind on Wednesday so there were two copies at the club's disposal...how could we NOT?



A couple of chancers (who shall remain nameless) wondered if the building of a City on one tableau should legitimately trigger the effects of cards in the other. In other news, Dan established quite the mob infrastructure with a huge ME of 30+ and having robbed me of two steel, three titanium and three heat production at various points!



A lot of good it did him, mind: a couple of milestones, nine points off the achievements, a floater-flooded HQ and plenty o' stuff on the board took me to a satisfying victory.

The first table had finished their terraforming early so had racked up another couple of plays of For Sale! for Boffo's H-Index 40 target. When we were once-again synchronous, a minor swap (Dan for Becky) left them to Too Many Cooks (and soup) while we plumped for the fish course and Nusfjord:





Jobbers was taking it all very seriously and taking his time, Becky was attempting a boat-building strategy while I went for a lucrative 'Farm' and filling the fewer remaining spaces with fat VP buildings wherever possible. As it turned out, my opportunistic fish-serving to get to the 10 gold cost of the Folly (top-right) trampled all over Becky's plans...as did me stealing the Model Harbour when there were no spare Sloops left and half-inching the Harbour Master as well! Sorry, Becky.

We closed with another H40 candidate: Braggart. The smile returned to Jobbers' face, after an evening of expecting to have done great...but not!, as he comprehensively ran away with the boasting; while some of us failed to reach even the 20s, he was blustering his way to a miles-ahead 42.

Next week 'tis our Xmas Party so nothing serious will be allowed on to the schedule: expect Balderdash and Taboo! (at least), maybe some Tumblin' Dice and (hopefully) the welcome return of Becky's appalling Codenames spy-mastering! I'm all of a tingle already!
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In a rare treat, a few of us gathered at Casa Jobbers in the wilds of Herefordshire for some mid-week Winter Gaming! It's been a couple of years (at least!) since we have found ourselves so-situated and the reason was..? To play a couple of games with 'the lads' that are unlikely get an outing in Ross-on-Wye again.

First on the 'beat 'em up' list was AuZtralia which continues to delight and please me. You may remember that last week saw the slight possibility of a Plough Inn war against The Old Ones nix-ed by time and Boffo's early start? Well, this time it was a cert with Dave from Ledbury (Daffers) and Jobbers and me joined by very-long-time-no-see Xander:







It's all fun and laughs until someone gets hurt and - this time - it was Jobbers who found himself on the sharp (and wrigglingly-tentacled, Apocalyptic) end of a mobile and highly-punishing Cthulhu (see above); the Great One emerged from a carelessly-ignored (by the very same Jobbers) temple courtesy of a 'Revelation' and proceeded to stomp across his carefully-nurtured agrarian empire. Daffers breathed a sigh of relief as the 'tie break' movement rules on the revealed cards guided the squid-faced twat up-and-away. In the end, it was Xander and my early insistence on tooling up with Infantry that pushed us ahead as we killed everything else that dared rear it's foul, stinking cephalus!

By way of retribution, Jobbers combo-ed out horrific fungal and viral races in the evening's finisher: Cosmic Encounter. I came ever-so-close to the magic fifth planet but ended up being the target of at least a third of all the bloody Destiny deck cards!



Jobbers' soured, post-Oz, mood was raised considerably by this trouncing and we closed the evening by sipping coffee and chit-chatting all things game-related. We even 'made a date' for a five player Eclipse when school work has broken up for Christmas: how delightful for old pals to get together and spend some time beating the shit out of eachother - verily, it warms my cockles!
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Wed Dec 12, 2018 6:20 am
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I just got back from the windy city...

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...the windy city is mighty pretty etc

Poor Boffo: once a year, the company for whom he works requires a stocktaking exercise and the diddums lambkin has to get up 'early' on the weekend and go in. Fearful lest he be tardy, Boffo remarked that he'd have to leave the Club early so - in an Act of immense kindness - I insisted we start the meet half-an-hour early to give him some quality time. Indeed, as you read this post (if you're reading it on the day it was posted: see bottom-right), the noble Benjamin is up-to-his-elbow in ballbearings/weighing barrels of Mercury/losing count of small boxes in a warehouse/whatever the f*ck it is he does in Hereford while you and I sip our warm beverages and scratch our figurative perinea as part of a long lie-in.

We were six again courtesy of a rare - but always enjoyed - visit by Dave from Ledbury whose career choice keeps him away from us almost as severely as Secret Byll's! Boffo, arriving last, languished upon the plush leather armchair (that has mysteriously found its way in to the back room), sighed a world-weary sigh and without a word began glugging his red wine. My personal goals for the evening were to a) play a game with Dave, b) play a game with Gerv and c) try not to let the apocalyptic wind brewing in my gut physically and figuratively spoil the atmosphere.

First on our end of the table (myself, Jobbers and Dave) was Airship city while the others - gloatingly, it must be said - whistled through a palette-cleansing Nusfjord:


Jobbers accelerated to the full four workers and won by a comfortable, gusty margin.


This delightful worker-moving, resource-collecting, tableau-shuffling affair was a pleasure for everyone but I now realise that it's pretty essential to get at least a third worker in the game if not the whole set of four (and I was two gold shy of this before backtracking to a different strategy). In the time our sky-soaring took, the others also fitted in a Cyprus-board Concordia. Continuing the city-building theme, we opted for a six player Citadels; this also had the advantage of keeping the Batesons from going home a bit too early as our other option - Auztralia - would've taken two-thirds of us off for the remainder.


It's all larks until someone destroys Smudge's 6 point building!


It was a fairly-sedate game with 'those who have played before' steering pretty clear of Assassin and Thief victimhood but in the final round, Jobbers nuked one of Smudge's 'big' cards - which she had used to trigger the end game - and stole the then-inevitable victory from her...and handed it to Dave, who had quietly built up an impressive 27 points!

Boffo and Smudge stayed just long enough to teach us Warsaw: City of Ruins which has ably-replaced Between Two Cities in the tile-drafting Bateson catalogue (Becky HATED BTC).



Gerv had played before so kept the rest of us on-track; he and I leap-frogged each other on the score track for five of the six 'Ages' but I really swept away in the final Age. Warsaw: City of Ruins is a smart, fun, thinky spacial filler that fits in with the Club's morphic preferences pretty snugly.

And then we were done; the evening departed as quickly as it had arrived and it was safe for me to (finally) expel the trapped hurricane in my trousers in the warmth of one's Volvo. Oh, the relief!
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A night of blustery winds and excessive precipitation* was followed by clear skies and sunshine, albeit with a chill to freeze the tip off one's rosey nose-y wose-y:


The Tree at Arthur's School: glorious!


The dog has been sulking in the living room for most of the week because no-ones taken him for a walk (despite there being five folks in-and-around the place) so I finished the surprisingly-fun MS Teams video conference, wrapped myself up in woollen things and took him off in to the fields:



We took a diversion to extend the exercise - whilst avoiding any busy roads - and ended up back at the old railway line and the inkwell's divot; Mrs B had furnished me with a trowel and I set to scratching at the surface for further treasures. Predictably, given the probable method of the inkwell ending up where it did anyway (ie. pushed along in a spoil heap by a bulldozer), all I uncovered were pot shards and modern plastics. Even the adjacent stream, which often shows interesting tiles on the bed, was churned to chocolatey murk by recent storms so I couldn't even go wading in my big wellies.

The call to gaming was an early one as Gary had signaled his intentions to sweep in from the Herefordian North, Gerv from Gloucester and Dan from the wilds of Skenfrith: a hearty seven and, consequently, a guaranteed opportunity to try out one (maybe even two**) as-yet-unplayed Essen releases (for which I had spent a good 90 mins preparing)...but not straight away; first, while waiting for the full compliment, we brought out an old - and much missed - favourite:


My piece (red) is actually about to lap Gary and the others; it was pretty much an inevitable result by the end of round 3 (of 5).


Leaving the others to Caylus, I took Jobbers and Smudge to one side for some aquatic ovine amusement. It's a sort-of co-operative All Creatures Big And Small with a splash of Terra Mystica-esque 'income reveal' and is a very enjoyable, pleasing variant indeed. Lovers of Uwe games will find nothing difficult to pick up and it offers the mandatory 'multiple paths to victory' criterion in a colourful and tactile package.



Smudge managed to survive my taking of 'Dike Points' (Jobbers didn't) by stocking up on plenty o'sheep too and edged me in to second (I thought my hogging of the sheep market with my sales bonuses may have carried me to victory but no). Lowlands merits further investigation (probably next week, if I can wangle it).



Having just pipped noob-to-it Gary to the Caylus win, Dan requested 7 Wonders - pretty much a done deal as there were seven of us around Jobbers' nutbutter-ed trestle:



We played two rounds of 'regular' followed by a wrap-up 7 Blunders and declared the evening yet another success in the 2018 Ross-on-Wye gaming calendar. What fun.

*constipation is not a laughing matter
**East Indiaman stayed in the bag
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With another turn out of 'not five', the Ross-on-Wye boardgamers is - once again - able to take a leisurely look at a couple of new Essen releases and - for Dan and Gerv - also a run at a couple of old favourites; thus, across the three and a half hours, this happy band managed the following full games:

Agricola (Smudge, Dan and Gerv)
Futuropia (Me, Jobbers and Boffo)
Goa (Boffo, Gerv and Smudge)
AuZtralia (Me, Jobbers and Dan), and
A couple of rounds of Capital (Boffo, Smudge and Gerv).

Plenty going on and plenty to think about, certainly and - apart from being yapped-in-to-Monday morning by the nasty little Peke - a sedate and relaxed evening of gaming.


Powergrid: Factory Manager meets Cuba (!): the 'A' game puts the fun in to 'functional', so here's looking forward to trying the 'B' sides.


As with almost every 2F Spiele game I've ever encountered, the rulebook for Futuropia was 'challenging' so, with Boffo complaining on FB Messenger that we'd probably need to resort to a video, I brewed up a fresh coffee and headed over to BGG: many thanks, indeed, for:



The biggest struggle was with setting everything up...and then packing it all away again: what a bloody fiddle (and you thought Snowdonia could be a bit of a bind?!). The game itself is very straightforward and - with the 'introductory' A-side-of-tiles - a little bland. Our final scores (121-120-110) didn't really reflect any particular winning strategy so there's not a lot else to comment on; we'll definitely play it again with the alternate sides, though.

With everyone perfectly-synchronised to a finish, I pushed AuZtralia to the fore and recruited Dan and Jobbers for some Eurotrashy japes:


Somebody fucked up and built their Port near all of the monsters #tonythetwat...but at least we killed everything before the end!


Keen to make sure a frowning Jobbers was in full command of the rules, I neglected to pick myself a non-exposed starting Port but - hey - this isn't so much a game about the winning as the sheer bloody fun to be had sending troops across the desert to kick Old One ass*! Hilariously, Jobbers' first combat succumbed to the 'shit draw' experience and how Dan and I laffed as his army lost all of it's sanity against a sedentary Temple.

Aside: this particular form of damage prompted Boffo to lob in a well-timed "I'm not sure John has got that much sanity to lose" jibe.

Unlike my first game of this a couple of weeks back, all of us tooled up with fighters and were unafraid to get well stuck in to the slimy, warped servants of 'old squid face. Come the finishing line (time space 53), we'd completely cleared the board and gifted the ancient, worm jowel-ed twat one Hell of a beating (and a paltry five points for the blighted farms). Jobber's seemed to have warmed to the unavoidably-random elements by the end but I'm not convinced that this much lack-of-control would ever sit entirely comfortably; Dan and I, however, were much more in the anarchic spirit and enjoying every daft minute.

*or, in Dan's case, a series of solitary marsupials
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Occasionally, what most would regard as a simple situation can morph - in my mind - to something of infinite and intricate complexity and ends up looming on my temporal horizon making me fidgety and anxious. This week, my eldest lad was going to a Clawhammer gig at a small venue in Bristol so, given I now work in the general locale, this would seem an unremarkable conundrum; however, the logistics of how he would get to Bristol, what I would do in the evening and the inevitable lateness of our return needed checking and re-checking. In the end, the plan was very simple but it was tremendously helpful to be able to tick off little milestones throughout the day and evening:
- know that Fred has got on the right train
- know that Fred has got off at the right station
- know that Fred is near/in the venue with associated pals
- leave work late enough to avoid paying super-hiked car parking charges
- leave work early enough to avoid the crush of commuter traffic, and
- work out where the gig is in relation to my own site of evening entertainment (see hereafter).

Basically, I'd discovered that a board gaming group meets at The Drawbridge pub in the very centre of the city - right next door to the Hippodrome Theatre and proximal to a multi-storey car park (Trenchard Street) - which, in turn, is just 500m from The Gryphon wherein the 'Slam' shenanigans would be loudly unfolding.

The gamers' pub is also 500m from Chance & Counters, a board game café, so I nipped along to have a nosey and a chai latte in the half-an-hour I had spare between appointments. Amongst the rectangular tables and the warming heaters, I watched a group running through the rules for Cyclades while, behind me, a Codenames: Duet was getting underway. Mark, a kindly barista/recommender meandered over to see if I "needed any help?" and then, after ordering my drink, cocked his head to one side and asked: "Are...you...Tony Boydell?". Be still, my beating heart: at last, fame and recognition! However, it transpires that he recognised my grumpy mug from the many-and-various sarcastic, trolling and/or ranting posts on the Board Games Trading and Chat UK Facebook group. Trouble follows me...

I couldn't stay long so guzzled the spicy brew and headed off in the newly-arrived rain storm to The Drawbridge:



I ordered my supper (ham and egg and chips with a pineapple juice and soda water chaser, thanks for asking) and cautiously wandered upstairs to the function room. There was quite the crowd of chattering punters - almost a 50-50 split of the sexes - and the conversation seemed predominantly about Magic: The Gathering. A box of hopeless, Toys R Us 'party games' languished on a corner table: rightfully unloved and ignored...as was I, sipping my soft drink and wiping the drizzle from my copy of Nusfjord.

Dear Bristolians: Bless you all for being gamers but, seriously, when someone new walks in to your club you really need to give them a warm welcome. We may be surly in Ross-on-Wye but we sure make a fuss of new faces!

After ten minutes, the crowd began to condense in to play groups so I wagged my Rosenberg in the air and drew the smiling attention of Andre & Eileen (both at the back of the picture, opposite each other).



We were joined by Ali (front, right) and keen-as-mustard Tom (front, left) for the full 5-player experience. They'd all confessed to having played Agricola before - with no-one decrying it - so they were, indeed, already my favourite people in the Bristol Area*. I taught, we played, I joked and tickled the whole thing along and - unsurprisingly - I proved victorious BUT not before coaxing three 30+ scores and a mid-20s out of the others.



It was 9.30PM and, given the early start, it seems half the club required an early finish. From the remainers, Tom and Sophie** and a fourth person joined me in another playtest of fweeep; this time with added 'Sleeping Cars' - they're a bit like the Guards in Guillotine in that they're worth more for bidding if more are in the bids / visibly in play. It was encouragingly quirky with Tom and I fighting for Zzzs while the fourth chap (can't remember his name, sorry!) screwed himself on the first purchase of the final round and ended up sitting the round out...but still won my 9 points! That's something I need to mull over: sometimes train effects can be 'fun and wacky' but, also, destructive.

I found a nice - free - place to park right outside The Gryphon and waited (in the car-rumbling warm listening to podcasts) for the gig to finish. Driving through the clear, Jupiter-visible night we were home dead-on midnight; I went to bed immediately because I'd be back in Bristol early in seven hours. No rest for the wicked BUT at least it all worked out fine in the end.

*apart from my lad, obviously.
**her name is 'Solvejg', I think; but given my verbal mangling, she suggested I just call her 'Sophie'. She is from Norway and only here for the week; it's a pity she missed out on Nusfjord then!
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Friday night at The Plough Inn was back to some semblance of normality with just a cosy foursome camped out in the back room. Jobbers had absented himself (probably) for to attend a comedic performance somewhere; next week , no doubt, we shall be regaled of it's "simply the best gig I've ever been to" credentials. In the meantime, it was me and Mr & Mrs Bateson and pretty-much-a-regular-now Gerv for some oldies and some newies.

First up - and accompanied by a pretty good rules explanation from myself* - was Holding On: The Game With The Bloke Wot Is Dyin'. Disconcertingly, it transpires that Gerv's Pa is currently hospitalised thanks to a heart attack so I was a-feared this would go down like a coffin-making class at an Adult Care Home. Fortunately, my attempts to read out the snippets of Billy's memories in an Ulster accent on the 'Partial Memory' cards was so OTT that Gerv was in danger of soiling himself with mirth; indeed, Boffo nearly spat out his mouthful of ale when I remarked - in my best Reverend Ian Paisley !SHOYT! that it was good to see an 'orangeman' included in the game**

In summary: the 'start player' (shift leader) allocates PC and NPC pieces to a Patient Card for that part of the day (morning, afternoon or night) and those assigned can either pay care tokens to keep Billy from getting worse (damage) OR chat to him and try and piece together his fragmented recollections. Each scenario - there are 10 - has an objective; the opening scenario requires a CLEAR memory (a sort-of doubled-up partial memory) in each of his mind's five 'timelines'. Who knows what's coming up?!

Right off the bat, we eschewed some medical attention to have a nice chat instead; pretty quickly we'd gathered a good pool of partial memories without too much stress or 'damage' but, then, Becky seemed to be singularly unable to gather CLEAR versions of the PARTIAL memories on display. She is notoriously 'weak'*** at spacial stuff in gaming so I am still worried that she had LOADS of matches but just couldn't join it all up from her side of the tableau!!! Anyway, it didn't help that whenever she was shift leader, we'd get a medical emergency for which we were hopelessly under-prepared:

"No, Matron, you're supposed to put the extra pillow UNDER his head!"

Suffice it to say that we're probably going to be up before the General Medical Council soon.


top row: looking good...oh shiiiiiiiiiiit!!!
bottom row: racing with vegetables and in third place 'for want of a tomato'


On safer, less mortal, grounds we taught Gerv the quirky delights of Reykholt which, despite his doubtful grumblings, is one of Boffo's most played games of the last month. Reykholt is brisk and clever and pretty and a tremendous filler puzzle and I'm looking forward to all of the extra Service Cards that Matthias (Frosted Games) has lined up for the inevitable - but welcome - expansion!


See bottom right: going in to the last round joint first...this was never going to end well.


At Boffo's insistence, we fitted in a round of 'Soup' which is one of the club's favourites AND on his 'get to an H-Index of 40' list. The game ran to the usual script with me forced in to 'no soup' in the final round and then losing 67% of my score in the (disastrous) process.

I had a better showing in the closing brace of For Sales (also on his list) and then we were away in to the dark. Despite our hypocratic hippocratic tomfoolery, it was a fine night.

*Many thanks to "Watch It Played" for the excellent run-thru
**one of the nurse pawns is coloured orange.
***totally crap
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(The Gathering of Chums 2018)

And so we come to the finale; the last day of the GoC and a restful, genteel awakening. Folks were emerging as if to The New World Symphony: shyly-peeking around the jamb and reluctant to commit to the first game of the morning. A couple of coffees later and we were off pausing, only, for 10 minutes at 11AM to wander in to the main Bar and pay our respects to the Armistice commemorations. It was genuinely moving to stand with thirty other folks in thoughtful silence as the wood fire crackled and glowed.


(clockwise, yadda-yadda) Arthur teaches Dave and Boffo how to play Miremarsh*; the magnificent Glory to Rome with the magnificent Richard, John and Jimmy; portable (both physically and temporally) 18XX fun with 18Lilliput - my second favourite new game of the event; my birthday haul and current hotness Teotihuacan: City of Gods


My feelings about Teotihuacan: City of Gods are a little mixed. Despite the astonishing 'spread', it's a very straightforward Euro with more than a passing resemblance to 'Voyages of Marco Polo'. My main concern - assisted to vocalisation by yet more plum juice - is that I thought I'd played a competent strategy and, yet, was almost half-a-lap behind everyone else at the end...and I have no idea why! I shall have to give it another go but am pretty sure Boffo is going to hate it/Smudge will absolutely love it. Tittywacking: City of the Godless was to be the last official temptation as the great and the good were now setting off for their faraway homes.

Some remained to take tea with us at Appleton House and we contrived to play one more 'Glory To Rome' (for the road) but we were just delaying the inevitable; as quickly as it (and they) arrived, the weekend (and the chums) were gone again. Suffice it to say that I have already booked the venue and sent out the invitations for 2019.

*still available BTW on KS Backerkit (https://miremarsh.backerkit.com/hosted_preorders) - me and Arty are in for the basic package!
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(The Gathering of Chums 2018)

I'd been teetotal on the Friday - happy to be the designated driver - but, for the rest of the festivities I was determined to be able to have a jar or two. Given that I've shed a fifth of my body-weight since the Spring, I felt I owed myself a few nutritional favours: an extension of my Essen 'essen' privileges, if you will. There was also the promise of a barrel of the utterly gorgeous 'Titanic Plum Porter' (4.9%) and there was no way on Gaia I was gonna miss out on THAT!


(clockwise etc) Matt, Aaron, Ed and I mull over the quirky-yet-familiar Airship city (resource collection, recipe fulfillment, spacial-manipulation fun); two views of the delightfully-daft, dice-rattling shenanigans of Miremarsh (roll-and-allocate, survive, eat fish) - certainly an Arthur (and Arthur's Dad)-pleaser; (Ceylon) Tea & Jam (sumo) - the former is a handsomely-presented, accessible and light Euro, the latter 'flicking great!'; all back to mine and scoffing the enormous takeout curry - Mrs B got carried away and ordered about 50 poppadoms(!); drunken Agricola (see below) and the pre-Botswana selfie.


It was inevitable that I should do a spot of farming at some point so, topping up my porter, MrShep and Stu took up my challenge for quick threesome. A couple more pints were eagerly-glugged as I put my workers to work and held on, rapaciously, to the new Start Player Marker (a gift from Stu); indeed, as I began to mentally drift under the sweet-brewed influence of those impressive plums (and occasionally stick the S.P.M to my forehead like a Unicorn's horn), I was also taking unconscious command of the table ie. despite getting quite squiffy (quite quickly), I was winning!


The gloriouz AuZtralia! Quite definitely my Game Of The Weekend - taught excellently by MrShep and played in the spirit by Snowdonia Dragon Ed and Eurosnoot Surya. Just the perfect mix of Eurogame, theme and rando-trash.


Mrs B attended, post-Botswana, to gather peoples' curry preferences and we had to wait a further (just one more game!) hour before it was ready for pick-up. It took three of us to carry all the food back to the house.

By the time we'd gobbled our bhajis, noshed our keemas and necked our dals it was 10.30PM and too late to get back to the pub before closing SO some of us wandered over to the shed to wax lyrical, prod cardboard boxes and admire my extensive collection of Gaming Tat.


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(The Gathering of Chums 2018)

Obviously, I would've been hard-pressed to be 'current' with my session reports for the prior weekend's Gathering Of Chums 2 - this year's expedition in Autumnal gaming while enduring (!) a pub lock-in. Thus, to you all I present some pics with an ickle-bitto captioning.

After wrapping up a spreadsheet or two and, naturally, clearing the Inbox, messages about peeps' arrival in the Newent area began popping up on the GoC2 Events page. In particular, pal Richard then Sean from the Kilkenny - by way of the United States (who had aeroplaned, diesel-trained and hybrid-bused his way to the town centre at the same time that the weather turned and a shower blew in from North Wales (that would be Aaron, Ed and Paul!)). I invited them all back to the house for tea, biscuits and chatter and - because the afternoon had darkened swiftly to evening, a handsome fish-and-chip supper. With Arthur off to a school film night (Paddington 2), we lads kicked about the place until it was time to go over to Ross-on-Wye and the heaving (for us) Plough Inn:


(clockwise from top left) Richard, Sean - (Clare, Keef and Boffo Glass Road-ing in the bg) - Nick and me enjoying a solidly-proportioned carrot/proudly-domed mushroom* or two; vegan heaven; fweeep gets a makeover; roll-and-write railways and a view of the others (we were almost TWENTY!)


Not pictured was Matt's copy of Voodoo Prince that kept us (very much) entertained while waiting for table changeovers. Unfortunately, our pace was a little slow while Reykholt-ing, so we didn't manage a play of Nusfjord between the subsequent fillers. However, the coming weekend would fill up with a surfeit of meaty gaming goodness to more than make up for the RoW appetizer...

Our (my) intinerary:
Impressive vegetables, Missus;
Nasty Knizian Card Game;
ScribbleTrains; and,
fweeep!.

*steady, now...
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