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(My) Photo of the day, Or Rook and pawn versus rook endgame



Stunned by the audaciousness of my rook-work, Henry is for once lost for words.

It is a hard lesson for a nineteen-month old, but the lad needs to know that if the rook gobbles up all of his prawns, the horsey can do nothing at all the help the king.

Unfortunately the little bloke is the chess version of John McEnroe. A very unsavoury business, the police were called but the capsicum spray was not needed.
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Sue said…
With his sleeves rolled up like that...Henry looks deadly serious! Either that or Carson Kressley has helped him get dressed and 'joozed' his outfit...in which case I say...stay clear of President Yahya Jammeh.
ps ( a touch of capsicum spray behind the ears does wonders to help keep slatternly females at bay!)
25 May 2008 at 15:00
Anonymous said…
*lol* He looks like he has won ;-)
25 May 2008 at 17:36
Kris McCracken said…
I think the sleeves may have had something to so with the fountain in Salamanca Square. It's always vital to roll his sleeves up if there is a fountain around.
25 May 2008 at 20:17
Sue said…
Fountain = rolled up sleeves. Of course.

As usual though, dear little Henry is the handsomest boy in the world.
25 May 2008 at 21:30
Kris McCracken said…
I think that I have him pipped in the handsome stakes myself! :)
26 May 2008 at 15:12
Sue said…
Mais...naturellement, mon cher neveu!!!!
26 May 2008 at 18:52
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