Favourite Games

I am still in the process of moving out of Facebook. Probably going to take me another couple of years at the rate I am going. All games have, however, now been deleted therefrom.

Anyway, herewith is my list of favourite games, with links (mainly from Wikipedia) where available. Due to my various disabilities these days I can only play games using a computer keyboard; these are denoted with an asterisk (*).

Looking back at the list has prompted memories of those who played with me as I grew from childhood to young adult. Happy times! %D

Active games

boules

croquet

French cricket

hide-and-seek

kick-stone - a form of hide-and-seek where the players have to kick a specific stone to get themselves out of the running. If the person who is 'on' kicks the stone before them, then the person is in the running for being 'on' next game.

rounders

Board-type games

*Battleship

*Connect Four

jigsaw puzzles

Ludo

*Mah-jong

[Image description: game of mah-jong in play from apple store]

marbles

Monopoly ® Hasbro

noughts and crosses (tic-tac-toe)

Trivial Pursuit ® Hasbro

Card games

chase the ace (aka Old Maid)

contract bridge

German whist (aka Honeymoon whist)

happy families

*patience (solitaire)

snap

Mind puzzles

*concise crosswords

I-Spy

*sudoku

[Image description: game of sudoku in play from apple store]

*word-searches

Sex games

doctors and nurses

you-show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine

Hopefully one or other of the games on my list will have made it on to your list. If not, feel at liberty to add a comment about your favourite game below.

A Fathers' Day Lament

Unfortunately not everyone has happy memories of supportive parents and wonderful childhoods. On this year's Fathers' Day I have thought about the man who sired me and wish him well, wherever he may be. I am the man I am due to or more likely despite him. For this I am grateful.

it pierces


in your matching navy joggers
in your matching light grey
         woolly teddy-textured fleeces
with matching number two haircuts
the thirty-something man
          in yellow suede Caterpillar boots
and the pre-pubescent boy
          in Nike trainers
hold hands
one on one
the boy calls the man
Dad
with filial love in his eyes
the man calls the boy
Son
with paternal love in his eyes
they chat intimately
and walk on
deep in conversation

and it pierces
their comfortable, mutual
           devotion
I eye them both
           enviously
           regretful
I ponder
the reciprocal
           rejection
of my Father
and me
his eldest son
spurned for the younger
my sporty
           brother
the prodigal
who will have nothing
           to do with the family
so my Pater makes do
with his first born
hoping some day
for the return of the submissive one
shaped and honed in his image
rather than the rebellious intellectual
who, despite all
never conformed
to the patriarch's tyrannical
           will
now weakened
and lonely
it's too late for respect
too late for liking
perhaps too late
           for love
it pierces