Every homo sapiens needs an outbuilding within the curtelage of their property
Welcome...to my Shed!
As I was chain-choffing black, seedless grapes on the way the Ross-on-Wye this sunny Friday e'en, I was struck by how - just a week earlier - I was choffing Pasta Carbonara with Heavy Cardboard and others in the Bar of the NEC Hilton. Such an enjoyable weekend is now Doppler-ing in to the Past so thank goodness I keep a record of everything! On the down-side, yesterday's (Friday's) post got a little side-tracked thanks so some ropey Tony context/phraseology (the last para was supposed to be a generalization but seems to have been picked up as a specific); that's the written page for you.
Peter from Brom
yardsgrove joined the Batesons (and therefore, by extension, us) for the evening with a driving need to play (for the first time) The Princes of Florence; I'm not sure how much of this was his need vs how much Boffo wanted to show off a Club super-favourite at the perfect player count (despite me flashing my Nusfjord from the bag):
Peter proceeded commendably to a 30+ score - rather excellent for a 'noob' - with Smudge pipping me by a building's bonus of 3 points for a couple of scores above the magic 50! I was worried I'd thrown the whole plan: I got lured in to bidding for a Recruitment card with Boffo when I'd been musing for a third Builder- thinking to make him pay a little more, I ended up with it myself!
Thankfully, I needed it later to borrow a Profession from Smudge which - as it turned out - is what kept me so closely in contention! Quite superb.
Pausing to tilt my Nusfjord and run it along the edge of the table to the strains of the JAWS theme, we continued with something "lighter" in the form of North American Railways. Boffo pronounced that he didn't know whether he liked it or not, after an all-elbows waste-cash-on-poor-routes shenaniganfest, and Smudge looked horribly-confused throughout. I think it was a success; Peter committed to buying his own copy then-and-there after sneaking the win ahead of a tied Jobbers and myself.
To see us in to the second half of the evening, we taught Peter the singular joy of being a pirate (rather than a Norwegian fisherman - dang!) in Paolo Mori's marvelous Libertalia:
Peter got an absolute flyer in the first week and was 15+ points ahead of everyone else BUT some wise, considered play from Boffo and myself brought us back within range (week 2) and just a little ahead in the final week to overtake him. It was Boffo, this time, that edged me in to second place!
Glory for Tony, however, would eventually arrive in the second of two Dobble hot potatoes to close off a fine session. Peter despises Dobble but even he had cracked a smile by the end...