Pub Games

The wooden blocks crashed to the floor again.

Some of the drinkers jumped in surprise, but the regulars didn't bat an eyelid between them.

The landlord smiled to himself as he stood at the end of the bar, putting more pressure on his creaking belt with a packet of pork scratchings. He'd spent a lot of money on the larger-than-life games for punters to amuse themselves with and his pub was fairly packed considering it was a Tuesday afternoon.

The Jumbo Jenga was the most popular and the most noisy. He didn't mind as long as it put money in his till.

“Oh my God! Help! Call an ambulance!” a woman shouted from the opposite side of the pub.

Her friend was sprawled on the floor with what looked like a javelin sticking out of her head pointing straight towards the ceiling.

The landlord sighed and knew that Kolossal Kerplunk would have to go.