The Clock Kickers

Usually `kids'. But, by no means, always.

One too many rewinds of "In search of Bobby Fischer".

Snotty. Sick. Hormonally challenged. Arrogant little shites.

Aren't we all?

But these, diseased, demented, deformed and deprived little fuckers have developed delusions of adequacy beyond reason. And they have been taught rudeness by some talentless shite of an I.M. even more demented than their 'natural' parents.

They move.

Understandable.

Integral to the dynamic of the game.

Then they 'bash' the clock, with the piece they are moving or removing.

Now, I'm gonna say this once for the able-bodied minds amongst you and once again for the the `hard of fucking understanding'. e.g. The mouth-breathing would be parents of Bobbyjames. If your little cunt ever makes that aggressive and uncivilised move in my field of vision, ever again... I'll eat the little shite's head.

Now, maybe it's just me...but, I'd really, really like to see a disease-free weekend tournament. With no deaths. So tell the `Snots', be polite. Or these people might, literally, eat you!

A clock is a great work of art, of engineering, of Science, of Harrison et al, and a mark of Man's difference from...a Pig.

You beat the clock. I'll beat you.

Brian Haworth