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Went to an excellent board-gaming convention this weekend ('The Cast are Dice', Stoke. Title very apposite, as it was held in a theatre. ;) ). Within the myriad cardboard microcosms available, I laid aquaducts in the Roman Empire, railtrack across Europe, and half my family open to volcanic lava flow in ancient Pompeii.
Conv. was affordable, jolly, and run efficiently with a smile by Shire Games. All the attendees were very friendly, and a relaxed atmosphere prevailed (except for the tactical use of the elbows in the lifts during the three-board, three-floor mad buying-and-selling German game...)
Finally, and almost literally, facing my Waterloo (I was playing French, and Dad annihilated me, the bastard):
And they had the Colditz board game! Cue nostalgia. I was playing Allies, and got shot. By my Dad (again!). Wasn't my day for victory, evidently. Though I did win a round of Ticket to Ride (the laying-the-railways one), which would seem to indicate that I make both an excellent capitalist and a crap military strategist. Rather depressing on both counts there.:P
Conv. was affordable, jolly, and run efficiently with a smile by Shire Games. All the attendees were very friendly, and a relaxed atmosphere prevailed (except for the tactical use of the elbows in the lifts during the three-board, three-floor mad buying-and-selling German game...)
Finally, and almost literally, facing my Waterloo (I was playing French, and Dad annihilated me, the bastard):
And they had the Colditz board game! Cue nostalgia. I was playing Allies, and got shot. By my Dad (again!). Wasn't my day for victory, evidently. Though I did win a round of Ticket to Ride (the laying-the-railways one), which would seem to indicate that I make both an excellent capitalist and a crap military strategist. Rather depressing on both counts there.:P
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