I think that I'm a born voyeur... It's exciting, stimulating. and I enjoy it immensely....
There was a couple in the corner at a table near the fire. She gazed into his eyes. He was speaking slowly and nonchalantly. She needed him badly. He knew it so well and ..it was in the bag. Her hand reached over the table. He touched it gently. She quivered. He licked his lips slowly, very slowly. Looking around, there was whispering, deep concentration, fingers smacking on buttons and chatter. Are you a grow-er or show-er? No need to ask - everybody knows. If I was a plane I'd land on a Brazilian. You know it makes sense.
The beer was cloudy; there were people upstairs, people in the bar, people outside. Everyone wanted to play and play hard.
There were strangers in the camp - some known, some not so known and some ugly. Flying low were four comrades with guns cocked ready to fire. They had flown here in camouflage from only 10 miles away, and most were old soldiers in new clothes. A good fighting name, Spitfires. The Bishops were up for a battle. Let's see what happens.... OMG. More foreigners appear. We've been invaded! The marauding Knights have been challenged and they have to conquer one of the oldest groups of players around. Einstein was there, David none the less was there, One eye was there and ....the devil himself.
The Bishops were amazing...... Not amazingly good but f....ing damn gritty good.
Phil was shot down first by the new boy on the block. He must have come out of the setting sun. We will find out soon when the details are known. Charlie, as the driven snow, was on a glacier at first but remarkably switched his skis and smoothly slid to an even Steven position.
The gouty one, Richard, but not the Lion heart, was crap - He told me to say that...
Man of the match went to Javier. A truly outstanding performance against a much highly graded player. However, he succumbed to perpetual check, even though he was a piece to his advantage.
We are all amazing.....