Next Meeting – 3rd June 2014

Our next meeting will be on Tuesday 3rd June, at the Horse and Jockey pub in Stanford-in-the-Vale.  As usual, we will be playing shorter games from 7.30pm as people arrive, until 8pm when we will start something a little longer.

This week the “Feature Game” will be Boomtown.  This game is one we’ve played before and is set in the Wild West, where players are prospectors bidding for mining concessions.  We’ve chosen this because we were going to play it last week, but ran out of time.  It is a fairly quick game, which should give us plenty of time decide what longer games we would like to play once everyone has arrived.

Boomtown

And talking of the Wild West…

The swing doors of the Wild West saloon crashed open and in came Jeff, black with fury.  “All right!” he raged, “All right! Who did it? What darned varmint painted my horse bright blue?”

The huge figure of Black Jake, a notorious gunfighter and town baddie rose from a chair by the door. “It was me, shrimp,” he drawled, bunching his gigantic fists, “What about it?”

“Oh, well, er,” stammered Jeff wretchedly, “All I wanted to say was… er… when are you going to give it another coat please?”

he swing doors of the Wild West saloon crashed open and in came Little Pete, black with fury. “All right!” he raged, “all right! Who did it? What goldarned varmint painted my horse blue?” The huge figure of Black Jake, notorious gunfighter and town baddie rose from a chair by the door. “It was me, shrimp,” he drawled, bunching his gigantic fists, “what about it?” “Oh, well, er,” stammered little Pete wretchedly, “all I wanted to say was. . .when are you going to give it another coat?” – See more at: http://www.funnymail.com/jokes/swing-doors-wild-west-saloon#sthash.TruYgllK.dpuf
he swing doors of the Wild West saloon crashed open and in came Little Pete, black with fury. “All right!” he raged, “all right! Who did it? What goldarned varmint painted my horse blue?” The huge figure of Black Jake, notorious gunfighter and town baddie rose from a chair by the door. “It was me, shrimp,” he drawled, bunching his gigantic fists, “what about it?” “Oh, well, er,” stammered little Pete wretchedly, “all I wanted to say was. . .when are you going to give it another coat?” – See more at: http://www.funnymail.com/jokes/swing-doors-wild-west-saloon#sthash.TruYgllK.dpuf
he swing doors of the Wild West saloon crashed open and in came Little Pete, black with fury. “All right!” he raged, “all right! Who did it? What goldarned varmint painted my horse blue?” The huge figure of Black Jake, notorious gunfighter and town baddie rose from a chair by the door. “It was me, shrimp,” he drawled, bunching his gigantic fists, “what about it?” “Oh, well, er,” stammered little Pete wretchedly, “all I wanted to say was. . .when are you going to give it another coat?” – See more at: http://www.funnymail.com/jokes/swing-doors-wild-west-saloon#sthash.TruYgllK.dpuf