Reginald and The Board Game League

I met Reginald last Thursday after work to attend a South London Board Game League (SLBGL) meeting which was held in a pub called The Anchor, which is located about twelve minutes walk away from London Bridge Station (a place which is getting incredibly difficult to get to these days, what with all of the improvement works going on.)  Although I'm not really a fan of public houses, finding most of them to be far too crowded and noisy for my particular tastes, I find this one rather lovely though as it has reclaimed wooden chairs and a cheeky nautical air, plus it has eschewed Sky Sports in favour of Bar Billiards.  

The session commenced at 20:01 precisely with a warm welcome from the Chair of the SLBGL, Alistair Crowley (yes, really - he changed his name by Deed Poll in 2011, but didn't like to use the original spelling of the forename, lest it confuse pretty much everyone.)  I liked Alistair immediately - he was about 6ft 2inches tall, slim with dark hair and blue eyes, a combination I'm hugely fond of.  Actually, if pressed, I'd say that my preferred height range for a boyfriend/partner/lover/ is between 5ft 11.5in to 6ft 3.5in - I'm very exact like that.  If I'm honest, I noticed a certain amount of NerdTension between Reginald and Alistair - I'm extremely good at detecting that kind of thing.

As there were twelve of us present we decided to play Trivial Pursuit Genus Edition in teams.  Well it was the Trivial Pursuit Master Game - Genus II Edition (1984, Subsidiary Card Set) if you really want to know oh Trivial Pursuit fact fans!  I was paired with Alistair (as the newbie) and he was terrific and I really thought that he was far cleverer than Reginald.  

To cut to the chase - we won!  Reginald curtly stated that "he'd call me" and stomped out of the pub. Alistair and I stayed for another drink and he promised that he'd walk me back to the station.  He did exactly that and gave me a peck on the cheek as well as his email address.  

Open House London

Yesterday I went to the first day of the Open House London weekend with my cousin Eleanor.  You'd think that a relatively intelligent and creative woman such as her would be interested in visiting various institutions and learning more about their history wouldn't you?  Well, you're wrong, she wasn't.  For example, we ventured into the Arrowsmith's Hall which was a very ancient building full to the brim with arrows of different ages, sizes and strength and I must say that the William Tell room was particularly illuminating, but Eleanor, oh no - she just breezed past all of the glass cases and began to text her boyfriend James.

We later went on to The Lady Mary of Hammersmith's Memorial Gardens where I was particularly enamored with the specific species of lichen which grows in West London, but I couldn't expect Eleanor to show as much as a cursory interest in the subject.  She said that she would have rather visited The Tower of London, but that wasn't in the booklet.  Shame.

Captain Beefcake Does A Whoopsie!

Poor old Auntie Barb.  As you know, she dotes on her three cats and guess what happened?  No?  Give up?  Well, Captain Beefcake defecated in her bed; not when she was actually laying in it of course, oh no - she was busy downstairs preparing her morning cup of tea at the time.  By the way, Captain Beefcake is the name of one of her cats, I'm not in any way referring to the 1970s musician Captain Beefheart.  I'm obliged to write that as my legal team are double checking everything I write via a high powered telescope situated approximately 2 kilometres (as the crow flies) away.  On a boat moored on The River Thames if you really must know the precise location.

Apart from that, another internal post I applied for turned me down *again*.  With not even a sniff at an interview *once more*.  It's really difficult to keep motivated, it really is.  Raahhhhh.