Wednesday 31 August 2011

Indoor game terms

[1] Poker  [2] Monopoly  [3] Chess  [4] Snooker 

 Jack [1] wanted his money [2], having seen an opening [3] on the side [4] and was making a gambit [3]. He took his cue [4] and said ‘Give me a break [4] and my pot [4] of cashI’m not asking for a monopoly [2], just a chance [2] to feel flush [1], and have a rest [4] and be king [1],[3] of the castle [3].’ His dad, feeling snookered [4], made the sacrifice [3], gave him £200 for passing Go [2], and put the cash in [1] his hand[1]. 


Big Slick [1] left [4] a coin or two but put the rest [4] of the cash into his pocket [1],[4] and was straight [1] away off in a motor [2], towards an hotel [2] in Park Lane [2], a lovely green [4] spot [4] by the river [1], beyond the bridge [4], where there was free parking [2]. Following a brief nap [4], he began living for kicks [4] and having a ball [4].      

He was robbed blind [1], paying the rent [2] on one house [2] (in Fourth Street [1]) and a mortgage [2] on another (Cannon [4] Street), just visiting [2] a girl known as D [4], who was queen [1],[3] of a beauty contest [2] but a bit of an old battleship [2] as well. A gay waiter [1], wearing a foul [4] baize [4] jacket tied [4] with a red [4], yellow [4], black [3],[4], brown [4] and pink [4] Strand [2], would chalk [4] his tab on the slate [4], as the English [4] might say.
       
His money ran out (coins/notes? He couldn’t hold ‘em [1]) and he was soon as poor as the rank and file [3] of the community. Chest [2] heaving, he was hungry and exhausted – all in [1]. He tried to pawn [3] his iron [2] and Scottie dog [2], without success. Having scratched [4] around, he followed up an opening [3], looking after pigs (longing to check [1],[3],[4] out the spider[4]-infested plant[4]s in their jaws [4]), but that seemed a poor deal [1][2], and not at all in-off[4]ensive. He was feeling blue [4], yet he didn’t baulk [4] at the idea of screwing [4] up his courage, having to return [1] home to relative safety [4]. While he was still a long way off, his dad ran to greet him.
       
O – O – O [3], Mate [3]!’ he cried, when he might have been expected to kick [4] off (what a kicker [1]!). He wasn’t bluffing [1], although he did look as if he was having a hot flush [1], and turned on the water works [2]. He kissed [4] his stun[4]ned son, made sure he was suited [1] – he even helped him with a button [1] (or was it a pin [3]?) – gave him a pair [1] of open sandals that went flip-flop [1], and began to call [1] the maximum [4] number of guests until he had a full house [1] (in fact, there was no limit [1]). 

He raised the ante [1] with plates of chips [1] and a (formerly thin [4]) roasted calf, which, cut [4] into 147 [4] thick [4] slices, could be eaten with a fork [3]. He arranged for a large pot [1] of soup and some vegetables on a skewer [3]. cooked upon a rack [4], with egg white [3],[4] served on a cushion [4] of mashed potato.
       
Doubles [2],[4] all round! Check [4] this out: I thought Jack, whose name was in the frame [4], was going to die [2], but God decided to raise [1] him up! Tell [1] everyone: he was a deadweight [4], but the boy can roll again [2]!’


[1] Poker (31) 
Big Slick A, K in hand – since this can be slippery 
River last community card to be dealt 
Fourth street penultimate community card 
Gay Waiter Q,  [3] in hand – (queen with a tré - tray) 
Button a white chip which indicates the dealer 
Flop first three community cards 
Kicker Highest card when hands are equal 
Tell nervousness or excitement revealed unintentionally
[2] Monopoly (23) 
Deal Among the traditional variant rules, one allows some properties to be distributed 
Die alternative for dice
[3] Chess (13) 
Gambit Opening moves made (usually by White) to sacrifice a piece to gain an advantageous position 
O – O – O indicates castling on the queen’s side 
Skewer an attack on a high-value piece, which, if moved, would expose a lesser value piece, previously protected
[4] Snooker (53) 
English American term to indicate side-spin 
Scratched when the cue-ball is potted (this is a foul) 
Baulk a line  29” from the bottom cushion on a  12’ x 6’ table, forming part of the D shape 
Safety avoiding making a pot, to gain advantgeous position



Tuesday 30 August 2011

The prodigal periodical

newspapers & magazines commonly available in the UK

The Farmer’s Weekly Sun said to his dad ‘Hallo. Can we have a Chat? I need to take some Time Out. First, you’ve been a faithful Guardian and I know you’re Loaded, so give me a share of your Empire, Sport, so I can Travel More.’
       
OK, it’s Yours,’ said the father. ‘It’s probably for the Best,’ and gave him his inheritance, free, Grazia and for nothing. The boy was very pleased. ‘Bella,’ he declared.
       
The boy took the money, left the House Beautiful and went to Vanity Fair, in a foreign country, travelling on the Express.
       
It was Easy Living, full of Zest.
       
There he lived in a Penthouse, met up with bad Company who pretended to be The People’s Friend, (although in reality they were more like an NME) but That’s Life.
       
So the boy was a Rolling Stone and lived like a Dandy, with some Glamour girls, which was rather Cosmopolitan, and he wasn’t much of an Economist. The News of the World into which he’d drifted was that they would all have to be Weight WatchersViz there would be no Sugar, no Nuts, there would be tough Times and to get any dinner he’d have to join a Q. It wasn’t what he’d left home four. Four two long he waited for something New to come along.
       
The boy went to work in a Zoo and got Closer to some pigs than he wanted, which wasn’t a good Match.
       
Eventually, Kerrang!, he came to his senses, looked in the Mirror.
       
God began to Reveal to him that his behaviour had been Total Carp and that he should return to his House & Garden. He decided to face the Heat, go back to his Ideal Home and ask to be a servant or an Amateur Gardener. But a long Time before he got there – in fact, while he was still a long way off - The Oldie, who had been a Spectator, saw him coming from his vantage point on the rooftop and ran eagerly to meet him.
       
He threw a serious Beano, complete with live music and dancing and Good Food including veal, because he wasn’t particularly PC. Plus, he gave him some other things to wear – a special ring, a pair of shoes, and he became a Mac User – what you might call Top Gear.
       
The father was completely delighted, and announced to the crowd ‘There’s absolutely no need for this welcome home party to be Private. Eye want everyone to know that you were dead... but now, in complete contrast, you’re alive! Celebrate everyone!
       
'Yes, indeed, rejoice, tout Le Monde! He’s welcome back. What a Star!’
       
His older brother, Figaro, saw Red for a Week, but the other Men Only celebrated his return to the Family Circle.