Some time ago, someone proclaimed “let the game begin.”
Wait, when did the game begin?! Maybe when it was labelled a game. Maybe when the rules were laid out.
The Rules
1. Are completely made-up
2. You only have one chance *
3. You must give up ownership of yourself
4. Time and place regardless: this is the most important game you will ever play.
5. Personality regardless: you will never be trusted
6. The opposite team will dictate the rules
7. Again, regardless of time, place or personality.
8. If in doubt, please refer to Generic Love-Game Situation Handbook: Volume I: age 15-20
9. Love to hate!
* This is by far the most important rule, and will explain most/all of anyone's actions/paranoias during gameplay.
Gambatte ne.
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It was a perfect autumn's day as I walked out and up onto the gentle slopes of North London; all the leaves were brown and the sky was a perfect blue. And the temperature is a confusing 19 degrees, some people are in T-shirts but others are wearing scarves in preparation for the season that should have already arrived. I feel safe and secure walking a route I know so well, it is in itself a kind of return; the hill that makes me puffed out and stretches me, challenging limbs to their current limit; and then as I reach the top and turn a corner, I always have to stop, not just to catch my breath, but also to take in the horizon that spreads out towards Wembley, IKEA and Harrow and that strange architectural semi circle that loops up into the sky. Then it's down hill all the way to Devonshire Road and through the new private estate, the one that gets to keep its streets free from passing traffic, because they paid 'until the death' for a place to live in, such is the price for bricks and cement. And it's past the Dr.s surgery, past Waitrose and the old people's flats, until I return home from where first I started this walk, at the bottom of the hill. sArah
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