Well when it comes to chess, it is ‘porn’ for Midnight…I have spoken to his mother about the ‘Chess Informants’ that she used to find hidden under his bed when he was 15…stange but true.

Nice try, Stark Raving, but I didn’t discover my disgusting interest in chess until my mid-twenties, long after there was an opportunity to do anything positive or constructive about it.

I didn’t buy my first Chess Informant until I was almost 30, but I admit I used to carry it around hidden in the pages of a Penthouse magazine.

Let me see if I have this. You were shouting “pawn”, “pawm” and all Saturday could hear was “porn”, “porn”. It must have been an ugly meeting of minds….

Yes, you don’t want to get between Saturday and his pawn collection. Particularly his French pawn collection. Actually, come to think of it, in the games we played on the weekend, all of his pawn was Nordic… [1]

Zzzzzzz…..

Pffft! I’m sure there was a warning about imminent boredom, somewhere in the introduction.

In fact, if the post wasn’t so mind-numbingly boring, I’d go back and find the warning and Zzzzzzzzzz…