Bridgford Ram

I've started a monthly Games Board evening with my Dad, brother and son last year - an excuse to get together in a pub midway between our houses as much as anything.
We have mainly played games from my brother and my childhoods where possible and they have ranged between great and interesting, the games played so far have been.
Kevin Keegan's Matchday
Emlyn Hughes' Team Tactix
Terry Venables' Manager
A Gary Lineker games that my brother got of the internet and was so complicated you needed Steven Hawkins involved.
Bucanneer (A pirate game)
Astron (A space game from the 50s).
 
Any suggestions?

Ducks in general.  But more so when you see them out of context - sitting on your house roof, crossing a road etc.
Always makes me smile.

Have you tried Bioshock , I notice you can buy the collection for PS4 , Bioshock 1 is fantastic one of my favourite games , Bioshock 2 is even better , the story is awesome, the 'good' ending one of the most moving in video games , Bioshock 3 (infinite) meh , but good enough to finish

Skyrim is a classic. They remastered it last year.

Currently restarted Fallout 4 , which I never finished first time around , got a few mods and all the downloadable content , its a great game when modded and the downloadable content is tough , the Mechanist is the hardest Boss fight I have had in the game and that was at  level 30.
Hardly played the main quest yet 

No if you want conflict and arguments then it is organised religion you are looking for.

Everything you just listed absolutely boils my piss.

People who applaud when a plane lands safely at an airport under normal circumstances.
Unless there is a hurricane or the pilot has had to dodge a surface to air missile then there is absolutely no need.

Baggage handlers. I really wish we could be confident of packing things that would actually arrive in the same state that we put them in the case. This time they surpassed themselves and completely trashed the case rendering it useless and a chunk of my holiday cash had to go on a replacement. 
In no other place could you see customer's property being abused so blatantly 

Ducks in general.  But more so when you see them out of context - sitting on your house roof, crossing a road etc.
Always makes me smile.

Me too, other than a couple of my real favourites that I'll buy ASAP.  I also spend that long finishing a game I don't get through them that quickly!

I know...it's probably been done to death but...oh it was special...
How apt: the very final game at the famous old Baseball Ground was against the Arsenal. I am minded of a game some years earlier against the same opposition, for it was an occasion that really brought home to me just how special the place was; a true theatre of football:
The date: 8th September 1979. A sultry sunny September Saturday of an Indian summer. Sweat, cig-smoke and the smell of alcohol-breath fused with hot-dog onions filled the Pop Side air. Arsenal were in town, a side replete with silky, star-studded names that dripped from the tongue like golden syrup: Pat Jennings, Liam Brady, Sammy Nelson-the bum-show-er, O’Leary, Hollins, Rix, Talbot, Stapleton and Alan Sunderland, all perm and moustachioed; the latter two had, in May, ripped the FA Cup from Man Utd in the final of the century. For Derby there was no longer a Gemmill, a Hector, a McFarland or Todd, or even a Charles George. In rapt contra-distinction we had a ring of Irish: Aiden McCafferey, Vic Morland, David Langan, Andy Crawford, and a liquorice-assortment of stalwarts like David Webb, Steve Powell and Steve Buckley, all honest triers but in truth it was thoroughbreds v also-rans, giant oak trees against mere saplings.  We did though have John Duncan, Scottish International all handsome and broad, and neat, and the winger called Gordon Hill, who had killed Rams at Hillsborough in the FA Cup semi just 3 years before. The Baseball Ground was synonymous with trench mud but even that was no more. But there wasn’t a blade of grass either. Instead the surface was 35 tonnes of hard golden sand; had the ref entered the arena carrying a beach-ball nobody would have batted an eye lid. In the pre-match kick-in, wisps of disturbed sand danced on the air. The first half was a foregone conclusion long before 45 mins was up with Arsenal commanding a 2-0 lead.
Then during the break, something strange began to occur. As sun and heat and alcohol combined, the Pop Side found its voice and songs of deep Derby irony began to fill the air...”You need SAND to hold a lit-tul bay-bee, you need SAND to wipe away a tear...” and “Mr SAND-Man,  bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung bung...”). At first, it was a mere ironic acceptance of the Derby team’s fate, but as the 2nd half kicked-off, with Rams attacking the Ossie End, what started to unfurl was a truly remarkable 45 mins. If only we could get one back. Suddenly, Buckley, with lump-hammer left peg, drove the ball at Jennings from 30 yards. The ball, zipped, and dipped, and hit the ground, leather travelling and bouncing on sand, and, smacked the back of the net with Jennings flapping on the floor; 1-2, Pop Side all erupting in Vesuvian delight, a deafening Derbyshire din of high decibel noise. The sound became a continuous stream; the sun, sand and black and white, wall-to-wall volume, a crescendo-ing cacophony of a collective consciousness was stirring the Rams to gargantuan efforts. Arsenal began to cower and fear took hold. I don’t remember Vic Moreland’s equaliser, but I do remember the rocket-propelled roar and the terrace surge as pure pandemonium broke out in the Pop Side. Now, with clock ticking down, 43 minutes had flashed by, we sung to kingdom come. Last minute, Langan...to Carter...Carter in the corner, crosses to Duncan and bullet-header...Jennings’s dustbin-lid sized hand parries...on to the post... and out for a corner....Ohhhhhhh! How we re-coiled....
But wait...Carter’s corner, inch perfect...Duncan again...bullet forehead, ball bulges onion-bag...Goallllllllllllll, the roar again...3-2...mayhem....Final Whistle....Oh fffffff...foot-balll!
As I walked from the ground, outside an Arsenal fan exclaimed, “Liam Brady walks on water, but he can’t run on sand!”. I’d been to the Baseball Ground many times before, but now as a 14 year old, I properly realised how the combination of the architecture – tight, compact stands that trapped the sound, sending it ping-ponging around the entire ground, the proximity of the pitch, and how the fanatical Rams fans, touched by the memory of magic, Real Madrid floodlit nights, - could all combine to fuel an energy that transmitted from the terraces to the men in white just yards away.
Outside, I watched as the Gooners’ team coach drove away...Pat Jennings saw me stare from his front window seat and tipped me a wink. Monday’s Daily Mail match report described how Arsenal bemoaned that Derby had transmitted the sound of the 16,429 fans through the PA system, in amplification. As if... It was just a special place; and I was there.
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This post cheered me up.
Out of context ducks .

Ducks in general.  But more so when you see them out of context - sitting on your house roof, crossing a road etc.
Always makes me smile.

Ducks in general.  But more so when you see them out of context - sitting on your house roof, crossing a road etc.
Always makes me smile.

I think this ^ is part of the reason I don't love football as much as I did, I respected players at one time no matter who they played for. How can you respect a bell end like Lingard ? 

Where can I find this young lady?

Similar to that is when you overhear a conversation, often from someone a little bit common, that goes,
'And then I said.....
and then they said....
and then I said'
Don't know what it is but it goes through me.

That settles it I will get Witcher at some point!
Again like you I had never played fallout before no.4 and never played witcher. Thanks for the description

Two things I have thought to add to this thread.
When you brush your teeth and have forgotten to run your toothbrush / toothpaste under the cold tap first.  Yuk.
The second is really getting on my tits.  People who use social media and film themselves talking directly to camera.  I think it really started with the water bucket challenge (great cause but god the videos were annoying) and is worse now with the facebook live thing.  I never listen to the videos because I guess like 99% of everyone my settings are to not play sound on videos but the sight of their self important faces telling me **** I don't want to know really gets on my nerves.

People who say 'pacifically' instead of 'Specifically'
I cringe so much when i hear it.

I have just added a couple of items into the annoys me thread so I want to balance it out with a couple of things here.
- I have not had this one for a couple of weeks because it is lighter in the mornings now but I love it when I am running and as I pass the street lights they turn off, sometimes this can happen for 4 or 5 consecutive streetlights going off in time with when I pass them.  Totally pointless, totally nothing to do with me but it makes me smile.
- Now it is lighter in the mornings there have been a couple of runs over the last couple of weeks where I have finished in bright sunshine, still cold but signs of warmer weather.  Lovely.

I have just added a couple of items into the annoys me thread so I want to balance it out with a couple of things here.
- I have not had this one for a couple of weeks because it is lighter in the mornings now but I love it when I am running and as I pass the street lights they turn off, sometimes this can happen for 4 or 5 consecutive streetlights going off in time with when I pass them.  Totally pointless, totally nothing to do with me but it makes me smile.
- Now it is lighter in the mornings there have been a couple of runs over the last couple of weeks where I have finished in bright sunshine, still cold but signs of warmer weather.  Lovely.

Two things I have thought to add to this thread.
When you brush your teeth and have forgotten to run your toothbrush / toothpaste under the cold tap first.  Yuk.
The second is really getting on my tits.  People who use social media and film themselves talking directly to camera.  I think it really started with the water bucket challenge (great cause but god the videos were annoying) and is worse now with the facebook live thing.  I never listen to the videos because I guess like 99% of everyone my settings are to not play sound on videos but the sight of their self important faces telling me **** I don't want to know really gets on my nerves.

When you see that The Simpson's is about to start after the adverts so you wait 4 minutes and then it turns out to be one made after 2000.