FRIDAY
At long, long last, Novocon was finally upon us and Joe, Martin, Ian and I (Sam) celebrated by setting off literally five hours earlier than we needed to. The suspense was palpable as we waited for ages at the petrol station to fill the tyres with air. The gaminess was in the air as we invented crossword clues for each other on the M5. And the ambience was mysterious as we stopped at a bucolic country pub in the middle of a housing estate at Honiton. "Oh shit!" cried Martin. "It's Greene King!"
Martin's ill-feeling proved well-founded, as we discovered the bar itself was simply a door, and the pub - under renovations - was now a large side room with a single tiny window. Ian said he didn't find it that weird because he went lot of beer festivals, and they're often like that. Either way, it was the most incongruous pub and in some fashion, a Novocon-apt way of kicking things off.
At Tesco we filled two trolleys with cardiac-episode-adjacent snacks and booze, and then arrived at Farwood Barton - after Joe impressively reversed half a mile up a steep hill for a tractor - to find gambolling calves and a nice old lady called Mary, who steered us through the maze of farm buildings to our cottages. She asked Joe what sort of games we played, and he began explaining the nuances of medium-heavy euros, but, as Joe confessed later, "she started to glaze over" so he just said they were a bit like Monopoly.
Katy chose well: a cluster of transformed stone outbuildings (underfloor heating! wifi!) made up our home for the weekend, and after some low-level pottering, we kicked off Novocon with the first game of an epic weekend: Letterstress.
This is a card game using the Letterpress deck where you have a hand of cards, two communal cards, and on your turn you make a word with them. But you can also steal cards from other player's current words, meaning cards are changing hands quickly - or can do. If you've any cards from a previously-played word in front of you when your turn arrives, you bank them as points. It was a brow-puzzler to be sure, with, at points, so many letters out on the table that your choices felt exponential, and we did a lot of theft before we got through the deck.
Sam wins!
Next up was Gift of Tulips, the game of giving flowers (or not) for points. Like Biblios or Hats, there's a kind of inscrutability to it that means it's hard to grasp exactly what's what at a given moment. Or, as Martin happily put it, "That was a fucking waste of time!"
Joe 54
Ian 47
Sam 46
Martin 25
Then there was some investigation of lighting arrangements that included discovery of a mysterious turbine switch, that did apparently nothing. nothing visible anyway. Joe left on a high to collect Katy whilst we set up three-player Cabo, but we were only through the metaphorical door when several people came through the real one! Laura, Adam and Jon arrived at the same time and there was a round of hugs, high-fives and even the odd handshake. Explorations of the cottages were afoot and for a while it was almost like we weren't interested in games, before we all remembered we were and started playing Azul (Jon, Martin, Adam) and Kingdomino Origins, which is basically Kingdomino with a veneer of dickery.
I'm not sure what occurred in Azul except to say Jon's excited tones about a weekend of games had swiftly transformed into something slightly more mournful.
Martin 70
Adam 60
Jon 40
And in Kingdomino, Laura's domination of anything wheaty proved impressive (fifty points!) but she was punished for a lack of diversity:
Sam 99
Ian 94
Laura 79
However if that was a harsh introduction to an unfamiliar game, it was nothing compared to what Jon and Laura were about to experience at the hands of Martin in Babylonia. Despite my grave warnings about (Martin) making a large network of connections across the board, the three of us failed miserably at preventing his insidious grasp reaching greedily towards almost all available cities, and having got the bonus tile for pairs of cities, every time anyone scored points there was Martin, like a cheerfully despotic landlord, claiming his share.
Jon's mournful tones turned to greivous and Laura admitted she didn't know what the fuck she was doing. Martin did:
Martin 179
Sam 133
Laura 123
Jon 105
At the other end of the vast table, they played Thurn and Taxis. Despite sharing some small characteristics, it seemed a far more gentle undertaking, and the losers ended in less existential despair. But there was still a little of it, at the postal hands of Adam:
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Adam 28
Joe 17
Ian 12
We needed some serious cheering up now, and whilst Katy moved up the gears in the kitchen, Laura, Ian, Adam and I played Hammer Time:
I ridiculed Ian for his habit of tapping off a single gem on each turn, but when the rest of us were doing impressions of intern miners on their first day in the office, it had a calculated diligence we lacked:
Ian - 4 carts full!
Sam - 3 carts full
Adam - 2 carts
Laura - 1 cart
Then we all broke for Katy's delicious stew, mainly notable - as I write this later - for Adam's constant muttering of 'butter' under his breath, and a fight over the accessibility of cheese, as our innate sense of competition took on a flavour of lactose.
After Katy-fuelled sustenance, we broke out more games. Martin, Laura, Katy, Joe and I played HIT and sat appalled as Martin hauled in every single 10 card to spank us 126 to bugger-all for everyone else (Joe was second with 51). Jon meanwhile tried to teach Little Town in French to Adam, Ian and the freshly-arrived Louie and Lennon, who sensibly insisted on drafting in the English cards from my copy.
We had a rematch of Hit where Martin was hampered both by his absences to help new arrivals settle in, and - at one stage - Joe stacking the deck against him. So I'm not sure how seriously we can take my win, but I pipped Laura by a single point 67-66, with Martin way back on 9 points but with dignity intact.
Then the evening hit a chaotic stage, possibly helped by various imbibements. Steve, Katy and I set up Arabian Nights, or started to, then abandoned it. We started playing Remember Our Trip but bailed on that too, as Steve went off to tuck children into bed whilst Katy and I gawped at the Milky Way, and a shooting star. When we finally reassembled, we could barely remember Remember Our Trip, and felt like something sillier, so set up Bandu, and Louie joined us.
Louie was first out, which happily - or sadly, depending on your perspective, coincided with bedtime. With coins at a premium, Katy and I found ourselves screwed over by a lack of coins and whilst Katy defied physics for a while (I followed Louie out next) she couldn't defy Steve's iron grasp of the economy, and her tower collapsed.
Next to us, they played the marginally more cerebral San Francisco, and Katy was very pleased to hear that Martin didn't win. I didn't take photos of it, but it was the freshly-arrived Adam T who proved triumphant.
Adam T 10
Joe 8 and a half
Laura 6
Martin 5
And at the far end of the table, Ian utterly schooled Jon and Adam at First Rat. Somewhere in the midst of all the madness, Andrew arrived! After some shabby directions from me, he was redirected towards the cottages and arrived to take up the reins on our epic narrative....
* * *
After a journey which I'd planned to be the least twisty and turny as possible but was still rendered stressful by the appearance of a new warning light on my dashboard, I arrived at the cottage at about ten o'clock in the evening.
The long kitchen table was awash with cardboard excitement. I poured myself a beer and watched three games at once in a kind of sensory overload of board games. Steve, Katy and Sam were at one end of the table playing Bandu. Luckily it was a stoutly built table so that the rest of the activity wouldn’t move it. Steve won that game.
Adam T, Joe, Martin and Laura played San Francisco in the middle of the table. I’m pretty sure that Adam T won (he did, see above). I didn’t write down the final scores but I did note that Martin was appalled by ending the game with 3 minus one tokens.
At the other end of the table, Adam H, Ian, and Jon played First Rat. Adam told me that he’d had wine “at the wrong time.” “Breakfast?” I asked. Ian won First Rat by a huge margin:
Adam H 46
Jon 42
After these games ended at roughly the same time, Jon complained about the dishwasher not doing its job, and Katy suggested Lords of Vegas. At one point it looked like she had enough players: herself, Laura, Ian and me but slowly we peeled away, unsure at the late hour (it was 10.30pm) and the fact it would have been Laura’s first game.
Instead, Joe, Adam T, Martin and I played Mille Fiore, which all of us were familiar with. Steve, Anja (back from putting Louie to bed), Laura, Adam H and Ian played Welcome To… And Katy, Sam and Jon played Spicy. Jon explained his poor showing by pointing out he needs an extra half a second to challenge Katy.
Sam 41
Katy 20
Jon 10
Don't have the results for Welcome to... Never mind...
As for Mille Fiori, I was remembering the rules as I played but it all comes back to me pretty fast. I remember that shipping was a waste of time, so I avoid it but everyone else goes in big and it becomes the place to be. I joined in far too late. But I did run out of tokens first, so I must have done something right.
Adam T 225
Joe 211
Andrew 192
Martin 185
Tiger and Dragon, played out on the coffee table at the far end of the room, finished with a loud cheer:
Sam 12
Jon 4
Katy 0
Then, while we finished Mille Fiore, everyone else played Just One. I didn’t catch any of the clues or replies, but I did hear Steve ask “Is everyone waiting for me?” thus reaffirming that his reputation as the thinkiest player in the group isn’t just confined to strategy games.
The four Mille Fiore players banged out a quick couple of games of Strike! Martin won the first and in the second Adam had to roll all six of his dice and he managed an amazing four 2s and two 6s. I think he won that one but I didn’t actually write it down.
Now it was midnight, so Midnight Party was brought out. I was the original non-Hugo-branded version, so Hugo the ghost did not get faster as the game progressed. It was so old that the rule book had bits missing where a slug had eaten it. Since there were eleven of us and only eight players, there were a few teams.
Steve was last to go out in round two after an epic chase between him and Hugo. Laura must have found it all too much since she went to bed halfway through the game. After round three, as I totted up the final scores I discovered that I’d completely forgotten about the Ian and Adam H team. We knew they’d gone clear in round two but no one could remember what they’d got in round one. “Just give them the average,” said Martin. But I couldn’t work out the average of seven negative numbers in my head, so I gave them zero. They still didn’t win.
Joe & Sam -8
Ian & Adam H -9
Jon -15
Adam T & Andrew -18
Martin -21
Katy & Laura -29
Anja -29
Steve -36
And that was it for day one. Joe and I shared a too-warm room and we were both up early after a fitful night’s sleep.
SATURDAY
Ian was awake before us and, after getting ourselves a coffee, we decided to play a board game. Dune Imperium was suggested. The words “Dune” and “Imperium” both imply an enormous burden of time and thought but since it was early I agreed. Joe insisted it wasn’t as bad as that.
It was a deck builder, and the icons were clear enough that we knew what was going on pretty soon. Midway through the game I pick up three points in one move which doesn’t seem like much but was enough to win, beating Ian and his devious moves making us discard cards.
Ian 9
Joe 7
Other people arose during the couple of hours we were playing this, and all were impressed by our commitment to the cause. At least, I like to think they were impressed.
Katy, Martin and Laura played Blue Lagoon. At the end, Katy said that her two opponents had been very kind to her.
Katy 205
Martin 198
Laura 150
And then they were joined by Adam T for a game of Brian Boru.
Louie arrived and beat Adam and Sam at Llama Land, much to his delight (and surprise).
Louie 115
Adam 104
Sam 100
Anja and Sam bonded over their failing eyesight as they both beat Joe at Letter Press.
[Homer Simpson]"What am I supposed to do with these lousy letters?"[/Homer]
Anja 21
Sam 20
Joe 10
Ian, Jon, Adam H and I chose Castles of Burgundy. Maybe this was a mistake? We were all pretty rusty on the rules and Jon’s luxury version had different icons and a few expansion tiles mixed in to make it harder to remember. In the end I had to play the game app on my phone to see if players were able to block other people’s options by leaving dice on the board which Jon, Adam and I kind of remembered but weren’t sure about. You don’t.
Ian soon closed the curtains so the lovely sunlight didn't
distract us.
During the game, Katy and Martin (and others too) went for a walk while Joe snoozed and Steve dropped off Lennon to his grandparents and did a quick shop for food.
Ian sped off at first, then I went into a decent lead. But then I had a fifteen minute phone call with my girlfriend and my mojo had gone after that. Jon’s early slow start in which he painstakingly put together six yellow bonus tiles had left him in last early on put paid dividends in the final stages as he overtook Adam right at the end.
Jon 227
Adam H 225
Ian 195
Andrew 158
Adam thought he could have scored more if he’d done his last turn a little differently and things could’ve been different. Then again, Jon thought the same about his last turn. I guess that after almost three hours they didn’t have the energy for one last bout of analysis paralysis.
On the coffee table Louie, Anja and Sam were finishing off an epic game of Northgard. Anja was ahead on points when Sam changed his tactic at the last minute. Instead of invading Louie, he went exploring instead and then but chance was able to build and somehow completed the criteria for an instant win. Amazing scenes.
Then we went for a walk. At least, Adam H, Ian, Steve, Jon, Louie and me set off for a potential walk along the river. Jon had an app that suggested a walk and we tried to follow it. At some point Jon started to suspect there was a missing bridge meaning the walk was now impossible without wading across the aforementioned river. When I got home, I did a bit of research and he was right.
Defeated by the impossible walk, Jon, Ian, Louie and Adam H returned to the cottage while Anja, Steve and I set off to walk a loop around a few country lanes back to the house. On our way we passed a sign promising “Free Aples” next to a table with some apples on it. A man in a nearby front garden said we could take a bagful, since he had more than he could deal with. We didn’t but we took one each to sample as we continued our walk and they were quite tasty.
Back at the cottage,
Sam butts in: Joe beat me in game of snooker,
and then...
(Andrew again:) Sam, Katy and Laura played Llama Land and Katy had all her llamas lined up, facing towards Laura who said it was quite intimidating.
Sam 65.5 (wins tie breaker)
Laura 65.5
Katy 63
Joe, Adam T and Martin were playing Faiyum. “Settling the Nile delta… again,” explained Adam. Jon. Ian and Adam sat around the coffee table and played Avenue.
Ian 57 (wins tie breaker)
Adam H 57
Jon 41
Then Ian and Adam H had another game of Avenue where Ian’s strategy would either pay dividends or leave him broke…
Adam H 72
Ian 13
Katy then told everyone in detail about her plans for a bath and then a nap, while adding that they didn’t need to know any of this. Laura walked in with a laptop and asked Sam and I if we were doing anything, as if she wanted some help with a bit of admin.
Instead, Laura, Sam and I played Kingdomino. Laura scored on every possible kind of terrain which somehow seemed like it deserved bonus points. But it didn’t.
Andrew 68
Sam 64
Laura 53
Then Jon, Laura and I played Oltre Mare which Laura felt confident she could teach us, despite only having played it once. And she did. Impressive. At the end, Jon took a compass tile from the map that Laura was heading towards. She complained that there were others he could have taken and Jon put it back and took one of those, saying he hadn’t seen them. Actually, both Laura and I thought it had been a clever piece of strategy on his behalf.
Laura 62
Andrew 55
On the coffee table, a game of Marrakesh took place.
Ian & Louie 55
Sam 46
Anja 30
Adam H 22
And after Louie and Sam went to set up Flick Fleet, the remainers played Azul.
Ian 78
Anja 57
Adam H 56
Flick Fleet took place next to Oltre Mare and while I didn’t follow it too closely, it was clear that Steve’s massive ship with shields AND a hull was an early target.
I went for a nap, during which Martin won at Babylonia (of course)
Martin 128
Adam T 116
Ian 110
Anja 104
And Jon won at Little Town.
Jon 43
Steve 34
Sam 31
Katy 27
My final game, as it turned out, of the weekend was Cross Clues which started as a four player but then anyone passing just grabbed a card and joined in. Steve was standing nearby for a few minutes, watching impassively, when Jon invited him to take a card. “I already have done,” Steve explained.
Then I went back to Bristol to look after my girlfriend.
Plans on returning Sunday lunchtime were scuppered by the persistent warning light in my car and a shuddering feeling when accelerating. Not feeling confident about another lengthy journey, I sent apologies on Sunday morning. A real shame. But I look forward to the rest of the blog, though.
* * *
After Andrew left for Bristol, Martin won yet another game of Babylonia (beating Adam T, Ian and Anja) and Jon picked up a victory in Little Town. At this point my eyes and brain were starting to melt and I was happy to sit down for Joe's Saturday night meal, a tasty chickpea stew and salad. Lots of debate was had over what games would be played next, with some big hitters being mooted - Brass, Wallenstein, and so on. But eventually Joe, Jon, Anja and Adam T sat down to play Dune Imperium.
Whilst Katy led Laura, Martin and Ian off to the strip for Lords of Vegas, Adam H, Louie, Steve and I played Kingdomino Origins, twice.
In the first, Adam humiliated us by constructing a desert that gave him more than double his closest competitor's points. In the second, Steve exacted revenge (and I was second!). Whilst Steve and Louie headed off to do bedtime ablutions, I exacted further revenge by taking a couple of games of Schnipp and Weg off him. Adam's capacity to flick himself off the board - at one stage into my neck and down my t-shirt - was something to behold.
Then we literally bashed through a quick game of Hammer Time and shared the win in a nail-biting finale!
At which point Lords of Vegas finished, with Martin adding another feather to his considerable cap:
Martin 40
Ian and Katy 26 each
Laura 14
While Dune Imperium soldiered on, the rest of us had a very decent crack at So Clover, scoring 31 out of 36 after a faltering start where we missed Laura's mythical clue (FAUN) for fable/instrument. Martin's METALHEAD for bronze/advocate was nice, as was Ian's AFTERGLOW for memory/lamp. A satisfying jaunt to the lateral association world...
With nobody but like-minded gamers in earshot, we then broke out Ready Set Bet, with Martin handling the horses while the rest of us hurled down betting chips and curses in more or less equal measure. Whilst most of us ended off race one with a fairly paltry haul, Adam reeled in over 50 chips, and did rather well in race two as well. He looked like the guy to catch, and fortunately (for Katy and I) did rather less well in the latter races, as we caught and overhauled him in a dramatic final furlong.
As Ian returned his final chips in disgust everyone took a deep breath - whilst not as high-voltage as the Ready Set Bet played at Joe's house - Martin agreed his not betting may have played a part - it was still a real-time tension-inducer and we all needed a change of speed. Somehow enough time had crept by that - despite Dune Imperium still being played - it was gone 11pm and people were making off-to-bed-soon noises. We sojourned to the sofas and played Bring Your Own Book.
Scores are almost irrelevant here, but Ian did seem to have a knack of finding the best excerpt to BYOB's requests of something overheard at a zoo or a buddy movie title. He blithely sashayed to a win before half of us had a single point, and with midnight fast approaching I headed to bed as a game of Just One started up to round off the evening.
* * *
SUNDAY
Sunday morning was slightly more groggy than Saturdays, as we supped coffee and compared the relative (lack of) merits of Musk and Trump. The gentle first-gear vibe only last a half hour or so though, as before Adam H had even had a shower Discworld was out on the table (Katy, Laura, Ian, Martin) and Brass Birmingham was being set up for the returning showeree by Joe and Jon.
I wasn't quite ready for games yet, and went for a walk. I met a dog with a unique brand of friendliness, going from tail-wagging to attempted arm-biting in a matter of seconds.
Playful though he was, I quickly retreated from real life and back to the reassuringly untoothed world of meeples indoors. But things took a turn for the marginally surreal there too, with the discovery of the massive hole, directly beneath Ian's bed.
Despite this momentous discovery (-the source of the turbine switch) there were games demanding to be played, and we set about playing them. Martin won Discworld, prompting me to wonder if Martin had failed to win any game he'd played thus far. He assured me Adam T had beaten him twice, so I was pleased Adam joined us for our five-player crack at Modern Art (Brass Birmingham continues behind).
However whatever magic Adam had weaved over Martin in Millie Fiori evaporated in the down-and-dirty art world, where we haggled over prices and struggled to turn a profit. This was particularly tough on Ian, who pronounced himself shit at maths when he paid $121M for two paintings so he could sell them for slightly less. Must we put the scores in? Okay, then:
Martin $404m
Sam $347m
Adam T $329m
Katy $312m
Ian $293m
Despite Sunday being the most recent day, things are now hazy as to where Adam went, but the remaining quartet from Modern Art played Sea Salt and Paper, whilst other risers went to the shops (Steve) played with FlickFleet bits (Louie) and played Take it Easy near the Giant Hole.
Meanwhile, Brass Birmingham was taking as long as the M5 past junction 3 on a Friday evening.
I think Steve must have returned in time for Take It Easy (or left after?) as he featured in the scores:
Steve 157
Anja 136
Laura 85
Or maybe this took place later? My notes suggest Steve played Millie Fiori before this finished, so who knows. Somewhere around here Katy made some egg sandwiches and capped it at four, as we'd agreed lunch today would be on a 'scavenging' basis. Puppy eyes made by players stuck in games were ignored by us egg-eaters as we brutally ate in close proximity before sojourning to another cottage to play Nokosu Dice.
After the third of four rounds Katy was in a vast lead, and Louie, watching, had heard a spectacular array of appalling language (sorry Steve and Anja), mostly from the points leader. I was in second and could only, maybe, catch her with a zero bid. I was dealt a low-scoring hand and added dice appropriately, ending with a single trump - if I could be rid of it, I was confident I could shed everything else with no tricks gained. But alas, it wasn't to be.
Katy 75
Ian 38
Sam 32
Martin 31
My notes here say 'heavy crowing from Katy' and I should add it began before the game was even finished. (She later defended her bad language by clarifying that "I didn't say c**t", which while slightly tenuous is also factually true) Meantime the enigmatic Millie Fiori had finished too!
Adam 210
Steve 205
Anja 190
Laura 185
I've still not played this, and didn't witness any of it, but Adam T's status as reigning champ was upheld. And some four and a half hours after it began, Brass Birmingham concluded!
Joe 140
Jon 120
Adam H 110
What tales will they tell? Watch the comments for details. As the final afternoon launched, we said fond farewells to Laura, Steve, Anja and Louie, who set off on - at this point - a reasonably unrainy trek to Bristol. Some people went for a walk, did they? Or maybe not. I think the sky darkened, but maybe that was just my mind as Novocon approached its 48th hour. Joe sat Adam H down for a two-player crack at Obsession and Adam T, Ian and played Northgard. People ate things, Martin (inevitably) won a game of Arboretum v Jon and Katy.
Northgard was a mini-epic, as Adam spent most of the game clear points leader, but found himself set upon in the finale by both Ian and I, who both had a chance of springing the insta-win condition of controlling three territories with large buildings in. Unfortunately Adam also had three large buildings, a fact I stupidly forgot when I claimed my third off Ian. Tie-breaker was points, and I'd not done enough to nab the win from under Adam's nose:
Adam T: Three cities, 76 points
Sam: Three cities, 69 points
Ian: Two cities, 65 points
We agreed that despite the KS-style leaning into aesthetic over-production (we swapped out minis for cubes) it was a solid game, and one of my weekend highlights.
I don't know if Joe feels the same about Obsession, as he had his Victorian ass handed to him by Adam H after another epic concluded:
Adam 109
Joe 93
"I had some shitty house guests" he ruminated. From one bonkers theme to another, Ian and I perhaps optimistically took on Martin and Adam T at crossword-clueing game Montage. We began badly - awfully might be more apt - as our opponents serially beat us to the punch, and fell far behind. But then, like latter-day Turings, we staged a fantastic comeback to have the score tantalisingly poised at 4-3. Then we lost.
Around now Katy and Adam beganYokohama, which was temporarily suspended as Jon presented a mushroom lasagne so astonishing in its tastiness that most of the meal conversation was about the meal itself. As Joe later summarised, a high bar for Novocon and a challenge for any future chefs. Unfortunately Jon then had some bad news and had to leave on the same evening, Before he left, however, he was able to join us for a blast at Cross Clues.
I don't seem to have a record of the scores, but I think we did okay. In Yokohama, Katy's astonishing mid-game lead of 100+ points was significantly less humiliating at the end. She did win, though:
Katy 155
Adam H 126
I think Jon also played Just One before he left? It's a bit hazy now. I know Katy was insistent that Subway shouldn't be allowed to make up words, and at some point Joe said "Today's special is chrunch futtock". Reasons why now escape me. We scored 11/13.
With numbers now dwindling slightly, Martin, Joe, Katy and Adam T began playing another epic, this time in the form of a trick-taker in Das Was Sticht?. At the other end of the table, there was the unusual case of a Babylonia game not won by Martin (because he wasn't playing it). Ian, Adam H and I played out a hard-fought battle that I edged by virtue of ending it before Adam could take another (game-winning) turn.
Sam 139
Ian 132
Adam 122
Adam had some measure of revenge in Cabo, a 40 minute game that we played so badly it took about 15 minutes to end.
Adam 62 (points are bad!)
Sam 87
Ian 119
I made a ludicrous Cabo call. Ian made a couple more reasonable ones that he still got fucked on by Hillmann's luck/shrewdness. Was Sticht? was continuing so we debated what to play before settling, perhaps a little optimistically, on Hansa Teutonica. Ian's fatigue hampered his enjoyment and, despite pursuing me up the scoretrack mid-game, his lack of a network saw him overhauled at the end. Just as in Babylonia, I won by virtue of preventing Adam having more turns. During this period, Joe won Was Sticht?...
Joe 5
Adam 4
Martin and Katy 3 each
And they began playing American Bookshop, which I didn't get a picture of. We three played Hammer Time, or as it's now christened, Dark Hammer, where the returning of gems to the box takes on a dickish perch-them-as-close-to-the-edge-as-possible dickishness.
My inadvertent strategy of not playing games against Martin paid off again, as I filled my carts first for a win. Joe Martin won American Bookshop and we reconvened for another two bashes at Cross Clues, scoring 20 and then 23. There was another examination of the hole...
And then we found ourselves around the sofas for the final game of the night - Wavelength. I began taking notes but forgot as both tiredness and fascination with September 15th (Martin's clue for worst/best day of the year) overtook me. Martin's other clue (Craft gin for niche/mainstream) elicited Joe's thoughts that niche "Is dogging"and Ian regretted his choice of spectrum (Star Trek/Star Wars) before he even clued it. But his clue (JJ Abrams) worked well, as we hit the target. Overall, despite flagging limbs and minds, we limped over the line with 16 points.
And, apart from a swift game of Push It in the morning I know little of, that was Novocon for another year!!! On Monday Katy headed off to walk in the rain, Adam to train in the rain, and the rest of us to drive (or witness others driving) through horrendous weather on the way home. A slightly insane way to end a slightly insane weekend.
I hope we all slept the sleep of the just <played dozens of games> and awoke refreshed and ready for more of the same soon. Thanks all, it was something.
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