More Walks than a Cross-Eyed Pitcher

A long time ago, a boy named Mark was watching a group of us play Euchre. After about an hour, he said he'd learned the rules: "Whoever throws the last Jack wins."

Apparently the new rules for Big Brother are similar: "Whoever throws their toys out of the pram and walks last wins."

It's rubbish. Addictive, but rubbish.

I think it's time for me to take a walk. Or at least reshuffle my cards.

See you on the other side.