It is no surprise to me that I have an obsessive tendancy, but every now there is a perfect example that just makes me say to myself “you crazy indulgent b£$%rd!”

Recently I bought probably my fifth or sixth copy of Stumpz, a 1930s game I have written about previously. Why another? Because this one, from a charity shop in Lamberth, had a brochure I had never seen before. I had to have it.

Upon arrival today it was everything I hoped and then a little bit more. Wonderful prose promoting the game, calling it “Britain’s National Indoor Game”. A little over stated perhaps, but with sentances like “luckily it was a fine summer. But even if it had rained every Saturday, it wouldn’t have mattered to the cricket fans. They had Stumpz to play!”

I will add these to the larger post on Stumpz at a later date, but wanted to share this news just in.