That Inevitable Banjo

Still, I suppose it had to happen. That is the thing with the banjo, it entails a certain amount of inevitability, even when there is not the threat of a pomegranate in the immediate vicinity. Having said that, though, it does tend to add that extra frisson of excitement to the rather jaded prospect of another game of Strip Risk. The tactical variations by the threat of banjo-related mayhem alone is enough to make even the removal of an outer garment by one's opponents seem well worth the effort of deploying another few armies across a disputed border.

As for the pomegranate, as avid readers of the many Strip Risk playing forums on the interwebnets will enthusiastically attest, it had done more to enliven the game since the introduction of tactical baby oil back in the late 1970s.

Still, to my mind, when you are down to your underpants and your last three armies in Mongolia and are surrounded by opposition players who are still in their donkey jackets and wellies, there is much to be said for the surprise use of the castanets, but that – I'm afraid – is for advanced players of the game only and, thus, beyond the scope of this particular article.