My Dad was regarded as one of the best players in the town and he and my uncle would have taught me how to play. I have been told that it is not off the grass I lick it the rare times down the years I would play.
When I was growing up, nearly every pub in the town would have a card game at Christmas with decent prizes up for grabs. My local had a game every Friday night for years which I tool part in occasionally as usually I would have the missus with me and she didnât want to be left alone which was fair enough. That game is gone now replaced by the more lucrative darts scene.
I recall playing a random session of games about ten years ago on a New Years Day in the local. I still regard it as one of my best memories of being in there.
I have seen old fellas take about five minutes after a game to debate it. âIf you had taken your trick at that time instead of reneging⌠thatâs what you should have done.â
âMistakesâ as you have described would be promptly followed with âyouâre no man to play cards, get lost!!â
Some right arseholes involved in the card scene at home. People cheating in co with each other and all sorts, lads claiming six cards when they know they have a bad hand and âaccidentallyâ tipping over the table so no one can verify.
I was playing a few months ago on the second morning of a stag. About 3 hours into it and a relatively innocuous hand, that meant fuck all in the overall scheme of the game, descended into war. I canât remember what the issue was exactly but someone reneged (correctly) and then one fella went mad. Even after all 7 others told him he was wrong, we couldnât talk him down. For a finish a pair threw the money they owed on the table and said they were playing no more if that was going to be the carry on and wouldnât talk to us. This was 8 lads whoâd known each other for years and had drank the whole day before, fallen home and not a cross word between them. Stone cold sober the following morning and with the grand total of a âŹ5 a piece at stake they were at each otherâs throats
