Wednesday 9 December 2009

The Spanish Diaries - Part 2

I'm not a particularly active in a sporty sense. This should come as a surprise to roughly no one who's ever met me. I mean, I do a fair bit of walking every day - around 3 or so miles - but strenuous physical exertion is not really my cup of tea.* So it was pretty much to everyone's surprise when I not only joined in with doubles tennis but also demonstrated my prowess with a skipping rope and nearly won at darts. OK, so darts doesn't exactly count as a strenuous activity being mainly played by beer-sodden blokes who are somewhat rounder across the middle than any other sportsman but still...

Also, describing what we played as "doubles tennis" may well be something of a misnomer as well. There was very little in the way of actual "rules" and very definitely no scoring. It was more of a football-volleyball-keepie-uppie-tennis combo with the main seeming to be to just keep the ball in the air. Permissible methods included passing it your teammate, headers, playing rebounds off the wall or fence and occasionally nipping round to your opponents side of the net. This version of the game was concluded once we'd finally managed to twonk all seven balls out of the court.

The playing of games was a definite theme for the week. The Family Kirk has always been fond of a card game and a board game. There was much playing of whist and sevens and one game of kaluki (a particular family favourite) which unfortunately lasted so long, we were in danger of still playing it by the time Pa's next birthday rolled around. However, the less said about the game of Pictionary which involved Uncle Phil and I seeming to draw every abstract concept in the box, the better...

More Spain stuff later...


* I don't actually drink tea so technically tea's not really my cup of tea, either. But I digress...

2 comments:

Irish Gumbo said...

I was having a good laugh, really enjoying this, then realized I was a bit jealous. You went to Spain...and I am stuck in the States.

Plus, I'm listening to "Holiday in Cambodia" and "Viva Las Vegas" by the Dead Kennedys at the moment...not exactly the cheeriest vacay music in the world.

I do have some fine Scotch at hand, so perhaps a wee dram and I'll convince myself I'm in the Highlands!

Oh.My.Gawd. The word veri is "spermolo". I kid you not. Now i really need that drink...

That Baldy Fella said...

Don't worry, I'm back home in cold old England now!

Spermolo sounds a lot like he might well be the world's worst magician, especially with his patented "disappearing sausage" trick...