Why mess around with Trivial Pursuit when you could be murdering revolutionaries, managing an HR department or – worst of all – emulating Donald Trump?
Picture the scene: it’s Boxing Day and night has fallen (2pm around these parts). You’ve returned every unwanted gift you can, stocked up on Lemsip and loo roll and had a few tense conversations about “what’s for dinner”. No one seems keen to watch the BBC’s prestige drama, ITV is on its 19th episode of Corrie and Channel 5 has busted out an extended festive edition of “Nazi Megastructures”. You look at your family, slumped, leadenly staring at their phones, and before you can stop yourself, you hear these fatal words exit your mouth: “Shall we play a game?”
A roll of the dice and two hours later your home and all your relationships are smouldering ruins. At least one person is crying, several are unaccounted for, things have been said that can’t be unsaid, the dog is hiding behind the washing machine and the kitchen floor crunches with broken glass. All this could have been avoided if you had just remembered: board games are evil.
