Thursday, September 21, 2006

L’Attaque

Kola: But you didn’t fight back, you coward.

Doc: Coward or not, I was full of neuroses.

Kola: Just like Mr X.

Doc (Grins): We thought Mr X was a spy. - Me, my mother. It was a joke I s’pose, but he liked to play up to it.

Kola: In what way?

Doc: He enjoyed outwitting people. - You know L’Attaque?

Kola: Sounds like one of those competitive manist games.

Doc: We used to play L’Attaque in the evenings on holiday. The name of the game was to capture your opponent’s general. I could never work out where he put his. Every time I tried to guess where it was, it felt like you know -

Kola: Like he’s switched attaché cases.

Doc: Yes, it was all very cunning and devious. I felt very foolish and small.

4 Comments:

Blogger maldoror said...

Meli Rome writes:
(Somewhat dispirited)
I don't know. I very confused. Is it Berlusconi? Or David Steele? Any which one of them. Or George Corrie? My guessing lesson running out on me.

11:52 am  
Blogger maldoror said...

Meli Rome adds:
Happy birthday dear Sedlee, happy birthday dear Sedlee, happy birthday to you one day late.

She then gives the birthday boy a big soppy roman kiss.

(Different to a french kiss or indeed a chinese kiss which Kola can probably tell the world all about.)

9:11 pm  
Blogger sp said...

The Doc says:
What's this about Chinese kisses? Sounds kinda kinky and fun.

12:22 pm  
Blogger maldoror said...

Meli Rome says:
Doc you don't know the half of it

3:51 pm  

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