Saturday, 13 November 2010
Saturday 1.
A couple of evenings ago Ann and I were having our evening game of scrabble. All through the game Ann was very short of vowels, whilst I had far more vowels than I wanted (this happens occasionally when playing scrabble). Towards the end of the game with not many tiles left in the bag, Ann drew the letters J Z K and V from the bag (Ann's is the upper rack in the photo). She quickly got rid of four of her letters by laying the word 'inky', then drew the last tile, which was the Q. I got out as quickly as I could, and won the game, but only because Ann had twenty two points left on her rack, and only then by about four points. Very frustrating game for both of us.
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Wasn't there a Russian ballet dancer called VJINZKY who dipped his soldiers too deep into his soft boiled egg, so that the yolk squirted into his eyes. He requested the waiter's assistance in Muskovitic English - 'EGIOIOI' he cried: explaining his desparate need for a napkin to wipe his eggy eyes.
I do prefer the version of scrabble which permits any word which can be reasonably expected to have occured at some time in the past couple of centuries.
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