1 Jun 2011 12:13
London: I can hear again!
Len Moir,. reluctantly directing since Amy Byrne got hurt just before Coventry. He prefers to play but he's a natural for directing. Cruel but he makes the trains run on time, I suggest. No, that was Mussolini, says Linda as sort of a desperate defense of her husband. Len's tourneys have the starting times for *each game* already announced in the flyer. Before each game he gives announcements of varying length perfectly timed ending at the exact second of the set-in-stone starting time whereupon he announces let's play scrabble and whacks the clock of any poor bloke that's still in the loo. And we unleash hell Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of warfarin and other cool scrabble words. Dang after 65 hours I already miss playing the game yet I do love London. LOVE IT LOVE IT More than Tom Cruise loves Katie, I declare as I'm trampolining on my chair in this Internet Cafe. Another good thing about London my hearing has dramatically improved. I'm trying to hold out another two years before getting a hearing aid(Continue reading)
Colin.
--- On Wed, 1/6/11, ALBERT HAHN <
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