In the second game, Skunkerton T. Ham Bandit only just avoids a permanent sleep in the ground thanks to the administrations of our kindly doctor.

In a brutal match, my boys got their calendars mixed up and thought it was Ice Dance Superstar day. Cue 16 turns of falling over.

To be fair, the coach of the Philadelphia Eagles did own me, heart, body and undying soul, but with the luck showing at 36% - 64% by the end of the match I did wonder if Skunkerton was intended as a sacrifice to some passing football god. Saving him angered the god and lost the match.

OK, all things considered, lost me a draw.

Oh, all right, lost me the possibility of a draw.

Oh, have it your way, I would still have lost. Screw you hippy, I going to have a cake.