Blackjack! The old 21 of childhood days. It brought back memories of big teas in other children's playrooms; of grown-ups counting out the coloured bone counters in piles so that each child had a shilling's worth; the excitement of turning up a ten and an ace and being paid double; the thrill of that fifth card when one already had seventeen and wants a four or less for 'Five and Under'.----------------
And now he was going to play the nursery game again. Only this time the dealer would be a crook and the coloured counters of his bet would be worth 300 on each hand. He had grown up and now this would be a real grown-up game.
Listening to: My First Earthquake - Cool In The Cool Way