Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Sunday, 2 August 2026

Tiddly-winks

is my sort of game:
much more fun than football
on a wet February afternoon.
In the 1950s I enjoyed Canasta,
Bézique, Mah Jongg and even
Snakes and Ladders.

I tried at school to learn to fence,
but, of course, had no co-ordination.
Often I could not even hit the ball
with a tennis racquet.

Games I might have watched
if I had owned a TV set
could have included badminton, tennis, snooker,
basketball, ski-jumping (whatever that is)
and curling on ice (I have seen the stones
being made, on video). 
Now the only game I'll play (not watch)
is Dead Man's Bones.

Foosball is fun for five minutes.



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