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The wisdom of Jimi Hendrix and Hugh Grant playing chess on a kid’s play-date - Mag 309


©Shers Gallagher 2016

'All along the watchtower,' hums Jimy, overlooking the opportunity afforded by Hugh's last move.
And he castles too early, putting his rook in danger too worried to build his defence.

'Leaving home ain't easy,' whistles Hugh, his Queen side-castling to favour more on attack.

I look at the Joker then gaze at the thief, complaining to them both that I have to wee.

'There must be some kind of way out of here,' says Jimy with guarded empathy. 

'Just step outside and breathe the air,' quips an annoyed Hugh, and not too kindly to me.

'But where's the loo?' I demand.

'There's too much confusion!’ And Jimy pawn-storms Hugh's king, adding: ‘I can't get no relief!'

‘But I need to wee!' I tell them.

'I'm on my way!' says Hugh, now rising after having checked. 'Cause I've made my break.'

Yet Jimy checkmates. 'No reason to get excited,' he laughs and kindly speaks.

'I just really really need to wee,' I plead.

Jimy just pats my head, saying; 'There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.'

'I won't look back,' Hugh agrees. 'I've turned my back on those endless games.’

By now my knees are shaking at the trickle-down effect.

Glimpsing this, Hugh sighs. 'Oh, I never thought it would be easy.'

Jimy smirks. ‘And this is not our fate. So let us not talk falsely now. The hour's getting late.’

And I curse them both, saying: 'Don't it look that way? You’ve both got too much on your plate.'


  1. Ha... i think we all have different priorities... but i think if I need to pee I would call it a game.

  2. Haha. She needs to wee. Of course. And Hugh and Jimmy are def being insufferable.

    Well done.



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