Canasta
I am addicted to playing Canasta…..just can’t stop. I call myself the Pile-Keeper although probably the opposite is true.
“Dear Alice
I noticed that all of the comment sections on your blog were switched off except one that invites your readers and fellow bloggers to email you about whatever they feel like.
My wife and I are recent converts to canasta and were really taught to play by friends. All is well except these normally mild mannered people become a little psycho when they play (you have to think granny’s behind the steering wheel here…although I’m not suggesting that they are grannies because that would be a little weird). They become seriously competitive with us and each other - on one occasion after a particularly tough game we even heard them pick a fight with people in the street as they went to their car…..that can’t be normal.
Let’s be honest it’s a tough one when your mates grow horns and start going a bit bonkers over a card game. Although she tends to say it’s as addictive as smack I’m not so sure - that smack is damn addictive after all - and I’m still wondering how these nice people even know about the word ’smack’ but I suspect that’s a whole other story.
My question is do you have any friends you play canasta with that get a bit ‘tense’ and start threatening to kill each other when things don’t go so well or have you any friends who are so shite at the game you’d quite like to kill them for wasting a perfectly good evening impersonating the PG Tips monkeys playing cards? Incidentally I had heard recently that they’d sacked the PG Tip monkeys - rough - what the hell else can tea drinking monkeys do? Showbiz eh? Tough gig.
All the best
Julius”