I always thought my friends and I were fairly nice people. This weekend, thanks to plenty of sunshine, slightly too much beer and a simple box of cards, I’ve realised that we’re actually a bunch of antisocial, deviant, foul-mouthed sociopaths, with looser morals than Harold Shipman.
Earlier this week, myself and the missus hosted a games night for a few friends. We planned to play a bit of Monopoly, maybe some video games, eat a pizza, then say our goodbyes. Instead, we spent around six hours lying through our teeth, giving each other shifty looks and screaming wild accusations of betrayal across the table – all because of one deceptively simple card game.