Everyone’s After My Lucky Charm – A GP Birmingham Report.
I recognized Stewart as one of the improving Scottish Magic players. In fact, I may have played him before, but in general I’ve a terrible memory for names and faces. I’m sure if I’d been at the end of some horrendous mauling at his hand, his face would be permanently scarred onto my retinas. He had the baggy pants and baseball cap of the perennially cool, accompanied by the superior sneer that only comes in the rainbow haze of youth.
Do you have a lucky charm? I do. At least, I *think* I do. Or I *thought* I did. Hell, after the madness that was GP: Birmingham, I haven’t a clue…
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