Due to a cock-up at Greenwich last Sunday, residents of Bramley End – the village I call home – lost a day this week rather than an hour. The government is offering each adult resident £50 in compensation – a frankly insulting sum bearing in mind the amount of rambling, reading, cider drinking, red kite feeding, triffid training, Archers omnibus listening, computer gaming, foxer setting, and Friday Feature prep, that can be crammed into an average Sabbath.
Every Friday at 1300 hours, Tally-Ho Corner’s cleverest clogs come together to solve a ‘foxer’ handcrafted by my sadistic chum and colleague, Roman. A complete ‘defoxing’ sometimes takes several days and usually involves the little grey cells of many readers. Don’t be shy. All are welcome to participate.
Unlike the formidable Friday foxers, the Monday kind are designed with lone truth sleuths in mind. While Roman, my Chief Foxer Setter, would be very interested to know how long it takes you to defox today’s brainteaser, he requests that the comments section isn’t used to share solutions or drop hints.
Imagine if there were no Ancient, Medieval, Napoleonic, or American Civil War PC strategy games. Imagine if wargame makers, for mysterious reasons of their own, decided that military history commenced in 1900. A situation unthinkable in one precinct of computer gaming is accepted almost without comment in another. Today on Tally-Ho Corner I reflect on the equinophobia that’s rife in the simulation sector.
Every Friday at 1300 hours, Tally-Ho Corner’s cleverest clogs come together to solve a ‘foxer’ handcrafted by my sadistic chum and colleague, Roman. A complete ‘defoxing’ sometimes takes several days and usually involves the little grey cells of many readers. Don’t be shy. All are welcome to participate.
Unlike the formidable Friday foxers, the Monday kind are designed with lone truth sleuths in mind. While Roman, my Chief Foxer Setter, would be very interested to know how long it takes you to defox today’s brainteaser, he requests that the comments section isn’t used to share solutions or drop hints.
Decades of wargaming and simming have changed me in ways I’m reluctant to admit. Although I can still – thank goodness – see footage of death and destruction on distant battlefields and feel pity, outrage, and despair, forty years of exposure to ‘realistic’ martial entertainment means these feelings sometimes come jumbled with smaller, less empathetic thoughts and emotions.
Every Friday at 1300 hours, Tally-Ho Corner’s cleverest clogs come together to solve a ‘foxer’ handcrafted by my sadistic chum and colleague, Roman. A complete ‘defoxing’ sometimes takes several days and usually involves the little grey cells of many readers. Don’t be shy. All are welcome to participate.