Same old and same shit. That's the Spanish Club chess crowd. The same bunch of guys and the same banter. I loved it all and I'll miss it all, at least for another 6 months or so.
I spent a few hours last night in the old joint. Yet, strangely, instead of enjoying a few rounds of blitz, I found myself in conversation about a range of subjects - George Xie vs Ian Rogers as coach (who is better value), life in Japan, the benefits of opening study, memorisation or deep understanding, sex (of course), and even a brief detour in the political history of Europe - all over free-flowing jugs of sangria.
Aah, that's Sydney life; and a little snippet of the city's chess scene. Man I'll miss it.