Mistaken Identity

It was demoralising today that once again, somebody mistook me for another nationality. I've had security guards thinking I'm French, random guys on trains assuming I'm Dutch, and ladies of the night in Kuala Lumpur accusing me of being Australian.

Risks

This evening I played Risk for the firsr time in my life. It's one of those games that is cruel to those that are ignorant of the tactics, and ends with either a swift and overpowering victory, or an interminable grind between two almost-evenly matched opponents while everyone else looks on aghast. I came fourth, which was better than coming last, I suppose.