Recently there has been some public discussion about "the game". SMH had this to say.

I thought I might take this opportunity to document "the bet".

It all started after this. Robo, Freeman and I decided we needed a strategy to get us off the drink. No small feat. In our hungover state, we decided marriage was the answer.

Whenever the three of us gather for drinks, a monumental evening ensues. We have explained this using the Voltron TM metaphor. The sum of the parts is greater than the whole. The other Voltron members include Padre and GT? The theory has been proved repeatedly, but last Friday at the Harp, with the Padre too, reinforced the idea.

There is some debate as to who fulfils the torso (main) role. Padre or snorks? Realistically, snorks is present more frequently, with greater disaster. Q.E.D,.

Getting back to "the bet". Firstly, the guidelines/rules as I remember them;

1) The loser of PSR must get engaged within 12 months from the 1st January 2004.
2) The timeline is delayed if any of the three are absent from the country. That is, "the bet" is deferred unless we are all in the same country.
3) The remaining pair must have a rematch at the wedding reception, or NYE 2005, whichever is first.
4) Failure to comply renders the entire arrangement void.

It was probably harsh, but Robo and I knew Freeman would lose. There was no cheating, Robo and I just have "better" luck. I had assumed that Freeman would fail, but I must say at this stage he looks the goods. "The bet" has driven him to find, and woo, an absolute princess. OH FUCK! That was not part of the plan. Did I say "better" luck? It is still too early to tell if the idea will work. It might. Regardless, I have never known Freeman to be so happy. Cheers to that.

My history with marriage is, troubled. There was one I would have married, with disastrous results? I was subtly deterred from that, only to find out later it was expected.

Then there was B. B was married, but separated. She and her husband were still good friends. He, WB, was a champion, and I also struck a firm friendship. It was a wierd arrangement. It kept getting wierder, especially when he also found a new partner, S. One weekend the four of us even stayed at his parents place. A delightful time was had by all. WB is responsible for my chess foray. I still see S occasionally. I take great pleasure introducing her as my ex-girlfriend's husband's ex-girlfriend. Get your head around that!

From there my position gets a little shady.

You fuck one sheep...

The preconception that snorks ignores the vows of marriage has had repercussions. Inappropriate moments with R, N, I and F have occurred.*

And they call you a sheepfucker for life.

It only happened once, I was well pissed. With "the bet" my single days are numbered. Although I am planning a UK - Eire - Nippon tour next year...that counts. Also I "know" Robo is destined to lose next.

*one of these was not married...


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