B-line Blog

This blog is a blog with purpose.
In this sense it is like a man with a ticket, in every other sense it is totally dissimilar.

This is a blog about balderdash, the actual game not general piffle.

This weekend I made the long journey back to Brighton to see my family as it is the weekend of both my father's and brother's birthdays. I bought my father some sheepskin slippers, not at all unlike the slippers I bestowed upon Benjamin R. Waterhouse by way of celebration. For my brother I got weight lifting gloves because he seems bent on getting buff.

Anyhow, I digress. After dinner is coffee and board games in the Byrne household and the game of choice was "Balderdash". I love this game as it is a glorious opportunity for both lying and creative writing. Not only this, it is hugely informative, who knew a grunk was somebody who is grumpy and disgruntled!? Certainly I didn't until tonight. My fake definition for "grunk" was "a tool used in taxidermy", my fathers was "another name for earwax"! "Ugh, did you see his grunk!?". Similarly, I did not know a "prunella" was a fabric used in religious clothing, I put forward that it was a special cake tin and my brother tried to get us to think it was one of the moons of jupiter through tricks.
Other words included sacromancy (fortune telling using ripe figs), buldering (I can't remember the actual defenition, but mine was "to hunch and cower from the cold") and tchick, which is the noise you make when you click your tongue using the vacuum between it and the roof of your mouth!

Anyhow, to round up, Jane lost. Mother had superior lie detecting, as she always does, and father has special tricks: 1. Pretend to be writing more than he is, 2. pretend his is funny, 3. comment on the genre of the word i.e. "this word sounds italian". I fell for all of these and so lost.

Now for my valediction: *tips hat*
Bye bye now, bye bye