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poliphiloKhan's lad and another boy were playing with marbles on the street outside our front door. If you'd have asked me earlier I'd have said kids didn't play with marbles anymore.
When my kids were young we had an improvised game where two players shot marbles across no-man's land at one another's armies of little plastic wrestlers. Anyone remember those? The wrestlers I mean. They were weird and amusing, bordering on the surreal. We used to give them names. There was a skinny little guy with an Arab head-dress whom we called Saddam. That tells you roughly when this was.
Khan's lad asked us if we'd got any marbles left over from those times. Had we said yes he'd have begged them off us. He's got an eye for the main chance, that kid.
When my kids were young we had an improvised game where two players shot marbles across no-man's land at one another's armies of little plastic wrestlers. Anyone remember those? The wrestlers I mean. They were weird and amusing, bordering on the surreal. We used to give them names. There was a skinny little guy with an Arab head-dress whom we called Saddam. That tells you roughly when this was.
Khan's lad asked us if we'd got any marbles left over from those times. Had we said yes he'd have begged them off us. He's got an eye for the main chance, that kid.
