That's How You Make Your Wife

The evening began with card tricks. Joe started things by showing Louie how he could predict a jack coming out of some dice rolls and a clutch of calculus. 'The secret's in the maths' he confirmed later, although he never elucidated on why he got the suit wrong. "I was distracted" was the most he'd let on. 

Louie returned the favour. He broke the deck into several piles, shuffled them about, and predicted a nine, which duly appeared. There was an impressed moment and I wondered if maybe Anja would produce a rabbit from somewhere, but it transpired instead that it was time for Hot Streak. 

We were at the full eight by this time: as well as our hosts and Joe, Martin, Adam, Pete and myself (Sam) were also perched around the table. Anja - who hadn't played before - had a concern she didn't really understand what was happening. "It doesn't matter" Martin said. Hot Streak is that kind of game. 

Pete got off to a flyer with two big payouts in race one. But he was less effective thereafter, with Adam and Martin looking like the racers to beat. I played my usual ineffective strategies in races one and two before pulling off a surprise payout in the third race. Adam scored highest overall, and when Martin said no-one was interested in the scores, he chimed in "I am". So the positions below are 'the positions' although perhaps more intriguing for the combination of Martin reading the stories from the results book and my phone trying and failing to make sense of them. 

Adam 61 - your legal defence fund for having shaved ass into the horn of the mare poodle
Sam 57 - to an old woman who cracked them into a fine cloak of good fortune at all Will and Don’t you look handsome in it 
Pete 49 - you book studio time I saw what I’m pretty sure it was a hot runaround
Louie 40 - do you use your winnings to buy a copy of the streak by John Perry and CMYK? You enjoy playing it for years with friends and family.
Anja 32 your winnings goes straight into gobbler College fund
Joe 28 - Mart corner you in the parking lot and that’s how you make your wife
Steve 22, -you mail your winnings to your niece who uses them to buy a sweet butterfly knife to do tricks with
Martin 23 - you finally have enough money to fulfil your dream of buying a used copy of Tony Hawks downhill jam for the Xbox 360 so you do it

Hot Streak's always fun - especially with Joe's bespoke playlist - but with 8 of us it does feel like the races are only about a third of the actual game. We moved on. With Louie's bedtime looming, how much longer could he spend with us? Steve announced "Twenty minutes. Fifteen minutes. Ten minutes" and it wasn't clear if he was indecisive or just living life at a faster speed than the rest of us. Regardless, we set up Cobra Paw, the game of rolling two dice and trying to be first to snatch the matching tile off the table - or each other. 

"How does it end?" I asked Steve.

"I don't know" he admitted. Then he looked up the rules and said first to have seven tiles instantly wins. We began rolling and snatching and it only took about four minutes for Anja to get six tiles, at which point Steve said she had won. We all insisted he'd said first to seven, Steve was sure he had said six, but either way it made no difference: Anja was Queen Cobra and Louie was Prince of the Duvet. On the other side of the table, they were playing Big Shot. 

I know nothing of this except it's by Alex Randolph (of Xe Queo and Raj) and consists of auctions. I like the look of that board too; the picture makes me want to play Sardegna again. When Cobra Paw finished they were deep into <whatever it was> and will hopefully illuminate us as to what happened in the comments. Meantime we played Bella Vista. 

Bella Vista has a randomised set-up to create the board and then over 8 rounds we all place our 8 buildings  on it (in the three-player game, the last-to-go also places a building of the unoccupied fourth colour). There's two end-game objectives: in our play last night, it was buildings at the border of the city and buildings in clusters - and some in-game objectives in the form of contracts: have two buildings next to the river, or one building in each blue neighbourhood - that kind of thing. If you qualify for a contract at the end of your turn, you can take it for the cash/points value at the end of the game. 

Turn order is critical: often two or more of us are in pole position for a contract. But going earlier in turn order means paying for the privilege, and in a game where cash and points are the same thing you can end up paying 6 coins to complete a contract worth 8 coins. I made a critical error late-on, thinking I had the four-buildings-on-borders contract sewn up and not spotting Steve could swoop in and grab it - which is what he did. 

Steve 110

Sam 106

Anja 105

We wrapped up at exactly the same time as Big Shot, with Martin happiest about the scores. 

Martin 38

Joe 33

Adam 12

Pete 5

Pete seemed sanguine about Martin pointing out he started the game with twice as much cash as he ended it with. They all seemed broadly approving, in fact. But now we rejigged, with Adam, Anja and Joe playing Spots... 

And the rest of us choosing between dnup and Gang of Dice. I said as I'd chosen Bella Vista I'd stay out of the debate and went off to the bathroom. I returned through the kitchen, where Anja was treated to me saying 'so they make these bottles with extra large labels' repeatedly to my phone, as it refused to understand the text I was trying to send to my niece. I have basically become reliant on technology that terminally misconstrues me. Meantime they'd chosen dnup.

This game's mental gymnastics exist within a simple framework, but they are still mental. However on a second play things felt a little more malleable to me - marginally less chaotic. And Steve won the first round despite being bamboozled anyway. We were briefly distracted by Joe being sad, but otherwise mesmerised by dnup's weirdness: I won the second and third round to take the game...

Sam 5

Steve 2

Martin/Pete 1 each

And Spots ended at the same time. Joe had rallied from his serial busting enough to claim second, but clearly Adam had run away with it like a dog with a bone. 

Adam 6

Joe 3

Anja 2

And with 11 o'clock nearing us, we wrapped things up for the night, with So Clover making a rare non-appearance. Despite that bombshell, a very fun evening. Thanks all!

Are We Young?

Steve, Anja, Louie and Lennon were our hosts last night so after a day of more rain Martin and I (car) and Adam (bicycle) made our way to Mayfield Park to join them, along with new arrival Pete, whom Martin and Joe had met at the Bath Kniziathon. After some crumble, Anja escorted Lennon off to bed and we debated how to start the evening, eventually settling on Courtisans (Martin, Adam and Pete) and Spots (myself, Steve and Louie). 

Pete was new to Courtisans and Louie hadn't played Spots before, so there was a bit of rules explaining going on before we tucked into our openers. I didn't keep up with the drama in court, although Louie pithily remarking that just sitting next to it gave him a headache was commentary enough. It does a look more mad than it actually is though. 

In Spots Louie and Steve were first to 'bank' dogs as I trailed behind, before lurching to an unexpected and frankly jammy win just as Louie looked poised to wrap up a debut victory. In contrast Pete was emerging the winner on his first play of Courtisans.

Pete 8
Martin 7
Adam 6

Both games ended at the exact same moment and Anja reappeared to take bed-bound Louie's place. We shuffled seats, with Anja and Adam intro-ing Pete to Cascadero whilst I talked Steve and Martin through the rules of Foundations of Metropolis.  

Here, we're building a city on a shared board in a game where you take one of three actions on each turn. You can purchase a deed in the city, take income from the bank, or build on areas where you own the deeds. The building's the thing, as certain buildings up your income, others push up your population (points) and civic buildings will score points depending on what other buildings they're next to. 

The population of each player has a quirky methodology - on a separate track to the points track everyone scores the position of the next player ahead of them. Whoever's in first place scores their own position plus a bonus, which escalates over each round of the game. This meant that as Steve and Martin fought it out over the population majority, I sat back on a single population point knowing that I'd score (kind of) second place - and focused my energies on getting as many civic buildings out as I could. 

Steve is appalled. Can't remember why

It's got a nice brisk pace to it and both the parasitic leaching of the civic buildings and the more aggro claiming of deeds, especially if you know someone else wants them. Having played a few times already my experience helped me out, but both Martin and I were confident he'd beat me next time.

Sam 118
Martin 93
Steve 82

On the Cascadero board meantime Anja was having the kind of experience that I have serially undergone at the hands of Martin, as Adam chained all manner of bonus bonanzas together and he and Pete pulled away up the track. We played Klink, which Steve announced he would be terrible at, but it transpired that the fates had it in for Martin on this occasion. At the climax of the game he listed the numerous numbers he could flip that would all help him in some way. None was a ten, which is what he turned over.

The player with the least points wins when someone reaches 77...

Sam 33
Steve 44
Martin 101

And Cascadero finished with Adam taking the insta-win by sailing past 50 points. Debutant Pete was back on 37 and Anja laughing in deranged disbelief on 22. I felt her agony. Brilliant game. Painful game. Martin was flabbergasted at the envoys having zero decorum, with most of the horses on their noses. 

The clock was ticking so we quickly bashed out So Clover - yet another new set of rules for Pete, who showed remarkable equanimity to be taking on instructions at 10.30 with a return drive to Bradford on Avon looming. During the mulling period he pondered aloud about using the same clue twice, and we all chortled at the very idea. But then he did it, putting 'Light' on two sides of his clover. Whatever the collective noun for synonym spotters/confirmation-bias victims is, we became it as we found 'Light' seemed to go with everything - even, at one stage, Pumpkin (my suggestion). To be fair though we only got one card wrong and that was because of Pumpkin. "Who suggested that?" Adam cried, not unreasonably. It did now seem rather ludicrous, although was it as silly as Cinderella taking an Uber to the ball?

Other highlights were Anja's slaw for salad/religion and Martin's overactive for coffee/rabbit. We only came a real cropper on Steve's clue of Licken, where we missed his sound logic in favour of combos such as 'Tunnel Hen'. Overall though, a solid enough 31/36 to round off the night, after Anja explained her clue of 'bass' related to drum and bass - what young people listen to. 
"Young people in the 90s" Steve added, before Adam mournfully voiced the blog title aloud, almost to himself.

A fun night, thanks everyone. Sorry about the pumpkin. 

We're all the 99%

At 7.45 there were seven of us clustered around Steve and Anja's table: along with Steve and Louie, Joe and I were first to arrive, then Ian, Adam and Martin made it a septet. Lennon made a brief appearance too, but mainly to collect a squidgy toy for bed. At Joe's suggestion, we set up 7 Wonders Architects, one of a clutch of new games in his bag. 

This is like an even-speedier 7 Wonders, or at least it would be with less players. Everyone's cardboard wonder starts scaffold-side up, and as soon as you've the resources to build it it's mandatory to do so, discarding the cards and flipping it over, starting from the bottom and working up - as Louie pointed out, you can't build from the top down in real life either. 

Ian's Big Dude, with pedestals flipped

Flipped wonder sections score points and - as with the original game - may also trigger bonuses. So far, so similar. But rather than drafting cards simultaneously, players take turns taking one card from the decks placed between players face-up, or - as I kept forgetting - from a shared face-down central deck, representing a mini-gamble. Wonder resource needs are fairly flexible: it's usually x number of matching or non-matching resources and what they actually are is immaterial. I think someone built a pedestal out of glass at one point. 

Science cards are cashed in for science tokens (one-off rewards/end-game scoring) and military cards compete with neighbours whenever war is triggered, which is less predictable than the end of a round. In fact, there are no rounds, and the game chugs along at a fairly rapid pace until someone - Adam, in this case - completes their wonder:

Adam 35

Louie 34

Ian 30

Sam and Joe 28 each

Steve 26

Martin 24

It was a bit long with seven of us, but the reaction was mostly positive. "I enjoyed it" I said. 

"I'll enjoy writing about it" Martin muttered. With Anja now joining us and Louie wanting one quick game before he was exiled to his bedroom, we set up That's Not a Hat.

The chalice of palpable disdain passed from Martin to Adam as confusion reigned supreme - the game's actual aim, rather than an inadvertent by-product. Ian and Anja confessed to having no idea what cards they had, and Ian's speculative skateboard proved his undoing. 

Ian loses (three penalty points)

Adam, Joe, Steve, Martin and Sam all win (no penalty points)

Louie left us and we split into groups. It was now Martin's turn to break out a new game in Hot Lead, for which he was joined by Joe and Ian. 

Anja was keen to try Hansa Teutonica and I needed no encouragement. Steve looked slightly askance at the busy board but signed up, and soon established a classic confused-Steve-scores-loads-of-points strategy. I missed what happened in Hot Lead, other than it finished before before I'd concluded teaching Hansa Teutonica, as Martin crowed happily. Joe win twice and Ian once before they moved on to Gang of Dice. 

Ian's view

We'd kicked off in Hansa Teutonica by now, and Steve's early trading post in Guttingen (I think?) started hoovering him up points. We kept remarking on it, but didn't actually do anything about it, each of us busy concocting our own little schemes. 

But you know in a game where one concocts their own little schemes, Adam will probably concoct more efficiently than anyone else, and so it proved in a tense - for some - conclusion. Steve triggered the end of the game by hitting 20 points, with the rest of us some way behind. Anja had no network to speak of, as our scheming around Guttingen kept her on a miserly two actions for half the game. I had some end-game points to score, but not enough to catch the breakaway leaders: Adam and Steve tied on points, and were only separated by the second tie-breaker!

Adam 48 and most valuable network
Steve 48
Sam 35
Anja 15

Brutal stuff. At the other end of the table Ian was wrapping up a win in Spots, of which I missed all the drama as we were hypnotised by Adam's scoretrack action in HT. Joe and Martin finished with three dogs each. We made a big group again for another new game out of Joe's magical bag: Fun Facts. 

This a slightly Wavelength-esque co-operative where in each round we are asked a hypothetical question such as How much would you need to be paid to work for a year at a research station in Antarctica or a factual question like How long have you been doing your favourite hobby. Everyone writes their answer - always expressed as a number - on the back of their own plastic chevron and then we go around the table adding ours to the column, placing it where we think it's correct relative to everyone else's. Once that's done, the starting player has the option of moving their own chevron before they are revealed, starting at the bottom. Collectively the hope is we're in ascending order, but of course the game throws up surprises. 

We score points for each chevron that keeps to the 'order' we're trying to establish. Above we are discovering everyone's liking for celebrating their own birthday. Ian (35) is perhaps unsurprisingly at the bottom. Joe (orange) and Anja (red) are the numbers slightly out of kilter. 

I loved this game, even if some of the questions skew it rather heavily away from joyful innocence and into unabashed smut. How comfortable are you around nudity? Do you enjoy time with old people? By the time the relatively innocuous query about favourite hobbies arrived, everyone was basically talking about wanking and how much Steve likes reading on the toilet (99%) which he not unreasonably argued was a percentage of the time he enjoyed reading, imagining one would assume that if he's not enjoying it, he'll stop. 

We didn't do brilliantly but it was a fascinating insight into everyone's psyche, sending Ian and Adam home with possible big thoughts. Steve was starting to yawn but we coaxed another game out of him that turned into four games - the rapid and tense Kites. Our first attempt was the most successful as we weren't that far off emptying the deck. But every time we said one more time, we seemed to get worse.

So much so we had to eventually accept that we are just shit at flying kites, and better at judging each other's peccadillos. After decades of our favourite hobby (exceptions: Ian (video games), Adam (football), Anja (listening to music)), at least there's something to show for it. 

Hourglass Vigour

 Tuesday at 7.40 and Joe answered his front door and let me in. As I entered his kitchen I saw that he, Ian, Martin and Sam had set up to play Gang of Dice, which is like high score in that you have to roll dice and you score according to certain criteria, such as “bust if you roll three odds” or “all the same value.” The trick is that you get to chose how many dice to roll. So, if “three of a kind” will bust you, then you can choose to roll only two dice with absolute confidence. Of course, your maximum score will only be twelve while other more luck-pushy players will roll more dice.

If you lose a round, you lose those dice to the winner and you have to buy them back. Your final score is money plus remaining dice. Sam started well, despite never being quite sure what score everyone had. Ian kept rolling well and then seeing Joe roll even better. Martin did astonishingly badly, and ended so far behind everyone that I’m obliged to use the old vidiprinter method of spelling out the score in brackets in case anyone thinks there’s been a mistake.

Joe 68

Sam 56

Ian 29

Martin 9 (nine)

“I can’t believe Knizia’s found something else to do with dice,” exclaimed Martin who enjoyed it, despite his display of misfortune.

Then we set up for a quick game of Kites while we waited for Gareth to arrive. In this game there are six egg timers and five cards in your hand. All you do is play a card from you hand that will allow you to flip an egg timer or two. We just had to make our way through the deck of cards while making sure that no egg timer runs out, and they all run at different speeds. It was a neat game, building to a climax of nervous timer-flipping. Gareth knocked on the door midgame, sparking a second of panic as we debated whether one of us dared answer the door in the face of six impatient hourglasses. Joe made the dash and Sam took his go for him until he got back.

But right at the end, only a few cards from victory, Joe didn’t have an orange card and the final grain of sand trickled through the neck and into the lower ampule.

Then we were a sextet so we split into two. People with three-letter names played Thunder Road while people with six-letter names set up a game of San Francisco. I didn’t follow Thunder Road much, except for noting Sam’s exclamation of “Holy shit, Ian.” In the final reckoning, Ian didn’t make it to the end of the game and Sam was immobilised, so Joe won.

As for sunny San Fran, Martin went for skyscrapers and I loved workers and cable cars. Gareth held out for a particular foundation, always making sure he was able to pick up at a moment’s notice, but it never came out. The pivotal moment was when Martin picked up some cards just to stop Gareth from getting them, even though they didn’t help him. That certainly stopped Gareth but did it also allow me to sneak past Martin?

Andrew 12

Martin 11

Gareth 9.5

Then we played Spot while Thunder Road ended. Gareth built up a huge pile of bones that gave him extra rolls of dice. In fact he had so many that when I discarded a bone, I put it in his pile since I thought it was the supply. However, he wasted 11 of those 12 bones trying to get a one so he could instantly win the game. With one bone left, he stopped, unwilling to go bust. But the next turn, he picked up loads more bones and then easily rolled a one the next chance he got.

Gareth 6

Martin 3

Andrew 3

Then we were all together so we rearranged our seats and began again. Gareth, Sam and I played Mille Fiori at speed while Ian, Joe and Martin played Ra. Martin seemed distraught for most of the game, convinced that Joe was going to slaughter them all. It was close but Joe won again.

Joe 50

Martin 47

Ian 30

Me, Sam and Gareth banged out a speedy game of Milli Fiori. Sam sped into an early lead, hitting 69 points after round 2 while Gareth and I languished in the 20s. But before long we had caught him up. My final move strung together three “take another turn” options for enough points to get me into second.

Gareth 197

Andrew 192

Sam 183

Then we banged out a quick Not That Movie: five rounds, but only one perfect. 32 points, I think. No idea if that’s good or not.

With that, I left them to their final game: So Clover. And what a game it was. Ian’s clover had, I’m told, so many interchangeable words that it only scored one point!

Thanks all. See you next week.

Kiss and Tell

We lost Andrew but gained Andy M, had no Adam T but Adam H stepped in as a late responder. The venue floated around before settling at mine, but the first half hour or so was mainly chat. Ian told a story about sleeping in mulch - or 'a ditch' as Katy liked to interpret it - and then he told it again to late arrivals Joe and Andy. Martin was due about 9pm, but after a diversion into whether conking out drunk is the same as going to sleep and another diversion on Venn diagrams, we finally played a game. It was Viva Pamplona!

Katy suggested that the orange safe spaces should actually be safe, as one pays to be there, and we thought Why not. So you can't be pushed while in an orange space, but neither can you collect courage points if the bull attacks (nor lose them if you're behind him, which had ramifications later). Good thematic sense! I regretted not bunching my runners together in my opening turn as no less than three others immediately took advantage, shoving me all over the place, like a rank amateur bullied by seasoned pros. We all fell behind the bull - but some of us hid safely in the safe spaces. Then we realised that we could keep a runner in a safe space all the way to the end of the game and not lose any more courage points - which we did; Katy, Adam and I lingering way back on the course like cowardly custards.

But Adam's rolling didn't favour him and he found himself forced to run, way way back behind the bull, who only paid out 2 or 3 times the entire race! Very few of us made it to the arena, and Andy cleaned up on his debut, shrugging off everyone teasing him about cheating.

Andy 39
Katy 35

Sam 25
Joe 17
Adam 9
Ian 5

Joe and Katy then played Sea Salt and Paper while they waited for Martin, whilst I attempted to explain Terra Nova to Adam and Andy. I'm not sure what happened in SSaP, I missed the end. I also handed guidance duties over to Ian when I had to go away on bedtime patrol upstairs. 

For a reasonably simple game of build stuff to get in each other's way with a side order of tactical scoring, it does take a while to explain. Ian did a good job though, and we set off into the good hexagonal night, starting around the time Martin arrived and began setting up his latest Knizia offering, Aristocracy. I missed almost everything about this other the occasional expletive and Katy's happy air of satisfaction versus the boy's chagrin, but did manage to snap a photo:

At our end of the table Andy started well, but as we proceeded Ian's eye for scoring opportunities saw him streak ahead, establishing a solid lead. Terra Nova can be fruitful if you pay attention to the round-by-round bonuses, and try and time your actions on the board to them. Adam frustrated himself when he built a palace and a town earlier than was ideal, even though it catapulted him up the track: delaying would have been more productive in the long run. 

Despite building the largest network (12 point bonus!) after connecting two towns, I was struggling to stay anywhere near Ian. In fact I was struggling to keep up with Andy -(bonus points for towns!) and Adam (-being Adam). But it was Ian's day: he scored a shedload of points in round five as well and wrapped things up convincingly, seemingly unaffected - maybe even blessed - by his night in the mulch.

Ian 74
Adam and Sam 59 each
Andy 53 

Aristocracy finished as well, with Katy even more convincing:

Katy 66

Martin 48

Joe 47

And Martin telling Joe he should design his own version of the game. I've no idea what it's about, although the cover suggests a psychopaths-with-delusions-of-grandeur kind of vibe. Not something I would ever accuse the players of, of course.

EDIT: This morning Martin had to remind me that he Joe and Katy also played Spots around this point as we finished Terra Nova! Martin won. 

Ian took his leave triumphantly, whilst the rest of us debated what to finish with before settling on Wavelength. Memories are a little hazy now but I can vouch that at some point before/during the game, Joe revealed he had kissed Kylie Minogue "on the lips" (-because she's a kisser on greeting) having made some illustrations for her website back in the last century. "I've known you ten years, and this is the first time you mention this?" Martin cried. Joe confessed he'd been waiting for the right moment. There was also talk of foamy nipples and it was hard to tell what was the greatest emotion in the room - Joe's nostalgia, or his audience's astonishment. 

But we had business to attend to, and that was arguing about how much a grain of sand looks like a person (not at all? a little bit? a lot?) This was Joe's clue and he and Katy, post-reveal, debated what more looks like a person between a grain of sand and 'air'. "Air can look like a person!" Joe insisted, waving his heads around in what I supposed was meant to suggest that air can look like a person. I regretted my clue of snooker for mental activity/physical activity, and changed to to darts after they had set the dial. If nothing else this should prove to everyone that Andy is not the only one who can cheat. I waved away protests for not other reason than I wanted to. 

It didn't help much: we actually did rather badly overall, triggering no extra cards and only scoring ten points total. "You should have listened to me" Martin said, as the only person (other than me) who truly understands how physical darts can be. Lots of fun! Thanks everyone...

Glassy-eyed

It was a sparsely-attended GNN again this week, with various members out of town, unavailable, or poorly (get well soon Adam). When I stumbled through Laura's back door a little after half-seven, there was just Laura and Martin sitting there, like shepherds with flocks misplaced. With Katy on her way as the fourth and final participant, we just had time for a quick bash at Hit. Fortune favoured me in the briefest of warm-ups, but it was pretty close:

Sam 83
Laura 70
Martin 29

Then Katy arrived, with biscuits, and we swiftly set up Mille Fiori. Martin was denied the opening salvo of the last time we played as things began slightly more cagily, with Laura and I getting in the way of his key strategy. I regularly found my cards offered little for me, but - as was noted later - I was sitting c**t-side of Martin. Katy professed some mild bamboozlement, but whatever was troubling her clearly lifted, as she eased away up the scoretrack like sportscar pulling away from three streetsweepers. Martin's voice pitch ran the gamut between disdain and despair, as Laura's percentage of professed understanding of Mille Fiori dropped from 80% down to 50, even as she shuffled into second place.

Katy in fact was so far ahead that it became a fight for second place, as Martin and I (green/red) recovered to catch Laura (orange). In the picture below you can just about make out Katy's valedictory fingers moving her own marker (purple) even further away from us on the fare side of the board. 

And the game concluded with Katy scoring a whopping 262 points, dwarfing previous high scores by regular Fiorians Martin and Joe Berger. She was sitting doofus-side of me though; maybe I should have played a more dickish game. In the post mortem, Martin realised Katy had concentrated her efforts on one side of the board only, ignoring keys and pyramids (or whatever they are). 

However she did it, it was a score for the ages.

Katy 262

Sam 230

Laura 214

Martin 198

Katy began making going-home noises, but we managed to coax another game out of her before she left, promising that Viva Pamplona would be less than half an hour. I didn't time it, but I think that was more or less the case. Everyone seemed to roll high at first, and found themselves too far ahead of the bull - except Laura, who took a cosy bovine strategy and found herself the chief beneficiary of the attacks, surging into a points lead. 

But if there's one thing GNNers don't like, it's a clear points leader, and Laura found herself the target of repeat pushing as jealous bull-runners ganged up on her. Even so, she was probably still decently placed for a possible win - until the bull sped up at the end, hurtling around the final corner to leave all of us licking our wounds and counting minus points. 

Sam 38

Katy 30

Martin 29

Laura 21

Brutal stuff. Katy then left, with plans for early-morning swims in glacial waters, and we changed gears somewhat with a revisit to Quirky Circuits, the pick-up-and-deliver game with an engine powered by The Mind-style table-reading and guesswork. Tasked with guiding our bee around the garden delivering pollen, we screwed up quickly as slight game-fade combined with engineered confusion caused misunderstandings. 

But with time - or battery power - running low, we finished the task by the skin of our teeth - and moved on to Spots, which Laura had never played. I made a dice dog while Martin explained the rules.

Then we jumped in to the dice-rolling fiesta. I think we all went bust, Laura at my hands - one action allowed me to increase the value of dice in her yard - and Martin most spectacularly, as he went from the verge of three complete dogs to a trio of crestfallen mutts. Meanwhile, I expanded my kennels...

After 15 minutes, only Laura had banked a single dog. But Martin changed all that by auto-banking three of them, and then repeating the same trick shortly after. 

Martin wins!

We felt we had one more game in us and, though Laura professed a hesitation to play a word game, mine and Martin's enthusiasm (-sorry Laura) for So Clover ended up trumping the alternatives.

But if Laura's hesitation was performance anxiety, it was misplaced. Her clover was our sole success, with Movember a great clue for Beard/Time and Patisserie giving us Dessert/Group. Only Fire for Pig/Lava gave us pause... In contrast, Martin and I struggled, even though I felt Mugtree was a decent clue for Cup/Forest and he was appalled that Laura and I settled on the Forbidden/Border combo for his clue of Rim. Sorry Martin - it's just not like you to pass up that kind of literary opportunity. 

So, a fairly paltry score of 12/18, but a nice way to end the evening all the same. Thanks to our host, Laura, and hope to see you all next week!

Challenge Accepted

Knowing that Adam T finishes work well before 7.30, I (Sam) told him he was welcome to arrive early, and after consuming his own tea at the Lazy Dog, he was treated to my family eating the last of theirs. Adam's presence may have played a part in the boys not arguing over who wipes the table too: good work, Mr T. 

Martin joined us a little after seven, just as we were setting up the first game of the night: Akropolis!

It's a super-simple game, although not so simple that I couldn't get a rule wrong, as we discovered this morning. Martin may thus contest the results, but basically your cities score in different ways: residences like to be together, markets apart, temples surrounded etc. But each district only scores if you have matching plazas, who don't care where they go. Martin was indifferent to its charms; I rather like it myself for it's breezy play and weight of decisions. But liking it and being any good at it are two different things. 

Adam: 131

Martin: 129

Sam: never mind

By the time we were totting up, Joe had joined us and, with Ian and Adam H hot on his heels - sadly we lost Andrew and Laura to 'fatigue' and 'pyjamas' - it was time for a six-player crack at Challengers, the fun deck-builder and possibly-less-fun card-flipper du jour. 

Unbeknownst to me, Ian had been burnt on Sunday when his cards serially came out in non-combo-ing order, and having suffered a similar fate last Tuesday, he had my sympathy when history repeated and he took a battering over the first four rounds. I did better this time; enough in fact to cockily assume I was in the final, only to crestfallenly discover Joe had outscored me, at which point I hated Challengers again. Ian won his last two rounds, like Lazarus rising from a hardback chair, but Adam T was the man to beat, and he and Joe faced off over the final. With almost no power on my phone, I was like a disorganised journo intern, racing back and forth from charger to the table to try and record momentous events. 

Adam wins!

Joe runner-up

Sam third on points, if that means anything

Adam H

Ian

Martin

Then we broke into threes. There was talk of Pan Am again, but with four of us keen to play, it somehow never reached the table. Martin was pushing for Longboards, or Bonerz as it has been somewhat immaturely renamed (see pics). Having coaxed Joe and Ian into Reiner's phallic surfing bonanza, the Adams and I were left to peruse the alcove and settled on Ahoy. 

Last seen at the GNN Christmas shindig, Ahoy's mechanically-specific charms are how it interweaves two types of game into one: as Adam T and I battled (well, I hid) across the water for dominance, the Creeping Custard played a game of pick up and deliver: the aforementioned weaving is his deliveries increase the value of the territories we were fighting over, and he gets to wager each delivery on which of us he thinks will score that territory at the end of the game - getting bonus points if he's right. 

Adam T immediately loaded cannons and, not long after that, recruited crew who made coming anywhere near him a high-risk manoeuvre. I basically kept my distance, using my deck of Plans to run interference when I could. For a couple of rounds we scored equally, but Adam's visible strength and bonus half-turn each round was swinging things his way. Between us, that is. We were so busy circling each other, like boxers in a pond, that we neglected to stop Adam H running away with the game. Meantime Bonerz had subsided, to coin a phrase, and Martin had triumphed. I'll leave it at that. 

Martin 43
Ian 39
Joe 27

They were now playing Spots, but ten minutes in, still hadn't managed to claim a single dog. I think they tried a variant where the action cards keep changing, but found it made the pace a bit stodgy. I didn't actually see who won, in the end, but someone must have done because when Ahoy finished they were playing Sea Salt & Paper.

No such stodginess at our end of the table, however, as Ahoy wrapped up with Adam's smuggler easing to a win of non-sneaky margins:

Adam H 37
Adam T 25
Sam 20

The others graciously packed up Sea Salt & Paper (Joe was winning/won/delete as appropriate) so we could play So Clover as a six. Even for a game as marvellously bamboozling as So Clover, this felt like a high watermark of despair as almost everyone around the table complained that their combos were impossible (full transparency: my 'terrible' pairing was OCEAN/RAY and manta never occurred to me). Despite our misgivings, however, we did rather well. Martin's heehaw clue was nice, and I was quite pleased with Ahoy for ROOT/GATE. Joe's random card stumped us, as shirt/tail went rather well his office and surveillance clues, but despite these red herrings, it was overall a very respectable 30/36. 

I would have been up for a nightcap of the meeple variety, but with the hour approaching eleven and the night air chilly, we called it there.