Next Meeting – 17th June 2014

Our next meeting will be on Tuesday 17th 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 Snowdonia.  This game is one we’ve played before and is a worker-placement game about building the rack-railway up Mount Snowdon.  As in real life, the weather of the board game Snowdonia can be a real pain, so we are all looking forward to a summer’s evening of rain and fog…

Snowdonia

And talking of Mount Snowdon…

A Russian spy was dropped by parachute on Mount Snowdon with instructions to contact a Mr. Jones who lived in Llanberis at the base of the mountain and give him the code message, “The tulips are blooming well today.”

On landing, the Russian followed the railway into town and asked a small boy where Mr. Jones lived.  The child directed him to a small cottage at the end of the village where he knocked at the door.

The owner emerged and the Russian asked, “Are you Mr. Jones?”

“I am,” the man replied.

The Russian trotted out his prepared lines, “The tulips are blooming well today.”

Mr. Jones stared at him in amazement and then smiled.  “Ah, you must have come to the wrong house – it’s Jones-the-Spy you want!”

 

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