Check Mate
It’s been a long time since I updated my blog, but now that the coming of summer has thawed the icy veins of my depression I feel motivated to reflect upon my life once more; today it’s chess. Chess has been played for thousands of years, but I only really joined in over the course of the last 12 months. A year ago, whilst wandering the grounds of the school, I noticed the old gardener and his young apprentice battling it out on a regular basis and eventually my curiosity overcame my bashfulness; now I am the apprentice, getting a regular thrashing by both the chess master and his 12 year old protege.
Playing against these guys I really feel like a monkey on a typewriter. We usually play Monday and Friday afternoons, by the end my brain feels like a tin of mushy peas having solved two or three check mate problems, played a 5 minute blitz game followed by one or two full games; not to mention translating Russian to English in my head!
