Friday, 3 August 2007
no, not even that half chicken
I have now become officially pants at chess. Without a clock to bring the pressure on I can't mix things up as I would like and none of my juicy sacs work. Meanwhile, when I grab pawns I just fall for textbook strategic and tactical errors in poor development and general collapse. Well, now I am the ripe old age of 28 I suppose it had to happen...