My family ancestors have always been a rather competitive bunch even when at play. My mother relates wonderful stories of Friday evenings spent with my father’s family in the 1950’s surrounded by the numerous aunts and uncles (all 13 of them plus assorted spouses) engaged in the serious business of a game of whist. My mother, happily for the sanity of our little family, is not a competitive person atall and was frequently harangued for the lack of seriousness of her Friday night ‘play’. One of my father’s Aunts, a rather portly dame by the name of Annie, whom I remember vaguely fom my own childhood, was particularly renowned for her fabulous ability to appear totally clueless at the gaming table whilst invariably walking off at the end of the evening’s proceedings with everyone’s money – in those days perhaps a few pounds, shillings and pence. Despite my father’s encouragement to learn the mysteries of cards, I preferred as a child, the less taxing, more enjoyable variety of games of chance, one of my favourites being that astonishingly enduring favourite – Monopoly – I would have to admit however, that in true family tradition I played a pretty mean game ………. !