Moments that suck, and moments to savour.

You've been sitting round a table with half a dozen friends for about 36 hours straight (not counting convenience trips) playing an elaborate boardgame based on the War of the Roses called Kingmaker. Fuelled by copious quantities of licit & illicit substances, the tides of war have waxed & waned in your favour, you have survived sieges, ambushes, plagues, storms off the coasts of Ireland & France, shipwreck, treachury, and the constant liability of a noble called the Earl of Scrope, but finally, finally, you have amassed a huge army of knights, serfs, mercenaries, mad Gauls & Celts... in and around the beautiful cathedral city of York, just one roll of the dice away from London & unseating the pathetic pretender who calls himself King of England.

You gather the dice with a triumphant flourish, the so-called King turns the next Event Card....

Plague in York.

There is a moment of disbelief - "Well fuck me with a wooden toilet brush!" , then denial, then several moments of downright acrimony.

Those moments suck.

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On the flipside... there are moments when, for instance, you enter a fine drinking establishment in a little street off Courtenay Place, you have a beautiful, and scantily clad young woman of African American extraction wrapped closely around your person. The first punter who sees you inside the establishment is your recently ex-wife's brother. You manage to pry the young woman's thigh away from your face long enough to say "We're just good friends".

And bonus! Just a few months afterwards, you're at another fine establishment in the same area, this time with a beautiful blonde*, you find yourself standing next to your ex-brother-in-law once again.

Those are times for genial, and sincere, shit eating grins.

You can ensure that I will once again wear such a grin, by clicking here and... etc.

BTW: I really don't want to descend to muckraking in my campaign, but did you know those jokers over at NZBC voted for Peter Dunne in the last election?**

* who you subsequently marry.

** Possibly, there's no way we can be sure they didn't.