We continued on with the afternoon, playing with our business forecast sheet, and kicking our web designers to get on with their jobs. Just another day in the office.
A Scratchers Life
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
Another Day in the Office
We continued on with the afternoon, playing with our business forecast sheet, and kicking our web designers to get on with their jobs. Just another day in the office.
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
A Tricky Angle
Rachael is a mathematics graduate from Cambridge. This obviously means she is sharp, and constantly makes me feel a bit thick when talking numbers. A perfect scratcher I thought to myself. Perhaps she could use her brain to configure three matching numerical amounts under the film of plastic that hides the potential fortune of a scratch card player. Perhaps not.
This time it was not to be. We threw the loosing scratch card into our used coke class, and headed off to a near by Italian for Olives and Pizza.
Monday, 15 August 2011
The First Scratch
The first scratching took place on a Saturday in Camden Town, on the roof terrace of a cocktail bar. I was playing chess with the lovely Camille, a hairdresser working in Mayfair and originally from France. Camille has a soft French accent, and is partial to a few afternoon drinks along with a few rollies (Golden Virginia tobacco, silver papers and menthol filters). We were drinking mojitos, it was 4pm and the sun was just breaking out of the slightly overcast English sky. The conditions were perfect.
“How do I play?” she asked. Immediately it indicated her naivety to scratch cards in general, and I was pleased that my first scratcher was also a first scratcher herself. I explained the rules (just match 3 amounts to win that amount), she laughed and took a coin from her wallet. “Ok, sounds easy!”.
She was a ‘take it all off in one go’ type girl and after about 6 seconds the grey latex covering had been completely removed by her 1p coin. Staring back at us where nine numbers. This one was a close one, a teaser – there were two fifties, and two one hundred thousands. But alas, there was not three matching numbers and as such, Camille was not a winner.
We continued on with our chess (she beat me three times in a row) and continued on with the cocktails. It was a great afternoon, but no winnings to be had this time.
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