Game On!

As much as I hate to give H credit for anything (and I do, I really, really, do), she introduced me to the hilarity and immaturity that is Kenny vs Spenny. What better salute to our best "boys on mugs" than to stage our own competitions?

So H: challenge happily accepted! I'm all in. I love competing for me, so much so that, at times, some people - friends, family members, boyfriends - have refused to play games with me. I'm not proud of it, but I might have been known to be rather ungracious when it comes to boardgames, card games, oh, any type of game in general. I've mellowed since then, but if H is willing, so be it.

One of the best KvsS episodes is when the boys arrange "mini-comps", a series of smaller, slightly silly competitions. Rules are simple, there's very little to plan, we'll be less likely to bore our guests, and I'll have more time to exult in my many triumphs.

Suggestions and humiliations have been noted, with thanks! We'll publish the full list before Saturday. Winner takes all; the loser is my, I mean the winner's, bitch.

Oh what the hell: suck it, H.