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I enjoyed the opportunity to get an 80's music reference into the blog title.
With reference to the performance at Kirby on Thursday, as widely predicted, my trusty old straight-talking chess critic Fritz showed that I blew a winning position in grand style. At move 7 it suggest d7-d5 "and Black can already relax". I, of course, played d7-d6. Notwithstanding that, at move 20 my coefficient was about 6. At move 30, it was about 3, at 40 we were level, and I resigned on move 47. I would like to say I was feeling sorry for my opponent, as he'd had a bit of a car shunt earlier in the day, but the truth is I WAS RUBBISH. As I told Colin on the way back, I'm thinking about taking up bowls, as they seem to have nice badges, and there might be the possibility I might not be so terrible at that.