The blackout

A week or so ago, we received a letter from the electricity company informing us that service will be shut off for a period. Not just our house – the neighbourhood.
Right now there are telegraph poles lining the streets awaiting installation and it's all happening tonight.
Exactly how much of the neighbourhood will be affected remains to be seen but this enforced flashback to pre-electricity has thrown up a few issues. One in particular: what the hell do we do?

It starts at 9pm and frankly there's only so much candlelit reading I can handle. Having scoured the house for non-electrical sources of entertainment I have come to the realisation – with some amusement and a little shame – that in the absence of any boardgames, Mick and I will have to bide our time with a pack of Jeff Stryker playing cards:

In all honesty, I don't remember how I got these – a jokey secret Santa gift, I suspect – but, as you can see, they showcase the full emotional range of the premier gay porn star of the '80s:

It took me a while to arrange those artfully, or at least without engorged penis plunging this blog into distasteful depths. Still, they give even a game of Snap a little added spice.

Seriously though, I hope this blackout doesn't cause a riot of looting and/or pillaging.
Warning to would-be invaders: we might not have Scrabble, but we do have a dingo trap:

Update: My plans of Stryker by Candlelight collapsed when it emerged (too late) that a) I don't know the rules to either Euchre or Poker and b) Mick's never payed Gin Rummy, which is the only game I do know how to play.

I was in bed by 10.