What with going away to EuroDisney for a week and generally being a lazy git i’ve not updated the site or the blog in a while. Its more the latter than the former.
What isn’t going to help is the xbox 360 i bought last week. We are now a family addicted to Burnout Paradise and i’m slowly remembering the joy of the fallout games with fallout 3.
Its a bloody simple game.
You take turns to pick up a map card, place it so a road is formed and try to close the road so you can place a coloured marker on one of your places on the map. Place all eight and you win. There is little skill involved as its mainly what card you pick up determines what you can put down and, while i will admit there is some stradgerdy* involved, i wouldn’t pass it off as Risk**
SO HOW COME I KEEP GETTING BEATEN BY A SIX YEAR OLD?
I bought Kids of Carcassonne on Saturday and i would recommend it to anyone with a family. We played it solid for several hours over the weekend and its so easy and quick to play that i can’t believe i’ve not missed something. The age range is 4+ while full blown Carcassonne is 8+ so i can only imagine what is added to the ‘grown up’ version.
*adopt best Bugs Bunny accent to read that
**Not that i play Risk
If this was the BBC news then thats how it would have started. As this isn’t the news I had better start it another way.
I was at Sidegate primary school yesterday to help with the new server install and I made sure i was there nice and early (7:30) as one of the server team said he would be there from 7am.
I wandered around the school yard looking for the team only for a seagull to swoop low over me, then again, then again and again only the next time he dropped some guano about three inches away from my foot. To say this guy was low would be an understatement, i could have reached up and plucked him out of the air (if i fancied my eyes pecking out). In the end i belted to the cover of some trees and he sat ontop of a roof watching me with that evil glint that only seagulls can pull off. Everytime i went out into the playground he would swoop down and buzz me dropping his lunch from the previous day at me. Obviously there is a nest somewhere and they thought i was after some nice, tasty seagull for lunch.
I beat a hasty retreat back to the car and sat waiting for Keith in relative safety.
Lord only knows how the they deal with all the children in the playground during the day.