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We have the most amazing weather up here on Shetland.  Stunning crisp winter days, still summer evenings when the sea is mirror-flat and the midges eat you alive when you step outside the door.  Amazing storms, lashing the sea into white fury and blowing you off your feet.  And then we get fog.

Fog in Shetland comes in several distinct types.  You’ve got the localised type – Gulberfog as we call it.  You can be buried in fog in Gulberwick while just over the hill in Lerwick it’s bright sunshine.  You get the half-island type – normally the fog sits on the east coast and by the time you’re over the hill to Scalloway or anywhere else on the west side, it’s clear and lovely.  And then you get the all-island blanket.  That’s what we’re sat under now.

HIAL’s (Highlands and Islands Airports Limited) website makes for depressing reading this morning – delayed, delayed, delayed, turned round and gave up, delayed…  And we’re supposed to be on a flight out tomorrow.  A quick check of the Met Office’s predictions shows that the wind is dropping, no chance of this stuff blowing away.  Best we can hope is that it’ll burn off, that the weather will do a U-turn and the fog will clear.  Right now, there’s nothing we can do to change anything.

Until tomorrow, all we can do is prepare for the holiday as if nothing is wrong.  We’ll deal with the weather as it comes.

Sometimes, life on Shetland is amazing.  But you can never, ever, prepare for the weather.

It’s not my fault…

Kids get things wrong.  Hell, adults get things wrong.  But kids especially get things wrong.  They’re kids, they’re learning.  Getting stuff wrong is a fact of life that they just have to deal with.  In adult life we have backups, restores, procedures in place for when, say, the IT department accidentally deletes every third file from the system because of a single typo in a renaming script.  Not that that’s happened, that’s just an example I plucked out of the air and certainly has never happened to me.  Stupid semicolons.

Anyway.  The important thing when you make a mistake is to acknowledge that mistake, take responsibility for it (if it was your fault), learn from it, and try not to do it again.  My eldest son, hereafter referred to as Thing2, has a different approach.  He approaches step 2, take responsibility for it, with the plaintive cry “but it wasn’t my fault!”

Whether it was an accident (that, by the way, we could all see coming from miles away), a deliberate act of malice or something that falls somewhere in between on that spectrum, nothing was ever – ever – his fault.

“It wasn’t my fault the plate fell off the table.”  He’d put the plate down on the edge of the table, more than half of it over the edge.  The culprit here?  The guilty party?  Gravity.

“It wasn’t my fault I hit him.”  Apparently one of his brothers had moved some Lego.  The guilty party here, obviously, being the brother.

“It wasn’t my fault I spilled my drink!” He’d sneezed.  Sunlight to blame, this time.

I reckon he’s got a career in politics ahead of him.

As we come to the end of Father’s Story Week, I thought I’d share one of the books that sparked a hobby that I’m passing on to my kids – roleplaying games.

I’ve blogged about our gaming nights here before, how we go from playing card games, to Carcassonne, to Castles and Crusades, Dr Who, and so on. If it weren’t for the efforts of two gentlemen by the names of Ian Livingstone and Steve Jackson, I don’t think we’d be much beyond the card games.

Back in the 1980s, a book called “The Warlock of Firetop Mountain” was published.  It had 400 numbered chapters that – and here’s the clever part – you didn’t read in order.  You chose your own path through the book based on the options given.  One chapter might describe a room you, the adventurer, were in and give you options like “look through the desk, go to 98; examine the bookcase, go to 233; leave the room by the door you came in, go to 3”.  And you’d make your choice and go to the section in question.  With the aid of a character sheet and some normal, everyday dice, you’d test your luck, fight monsters and cast spells – these would also determine where you went in the book.

With the random element introduced by the dice and the possibility of making bad decisions, there was no guarantee your adventurer would survive to the end of the book – which was not necessarily the last section, no skipping to the end to see how the story works out!  If you played fair, it would take several attempts to get through the story.  If, like most people, you hit the “undo” button when you died, keeping a note of which section you’d come from, you could always pick the other direction.  Then, of course, there’s the “G0d-mode” where you win every combat, always succeed when testing your luck and always have the right key when you reach the door.  But that’s cheating.

By the time Deathtrap Dungeon came out in 1984 I was already hooked.  The premise for this one was a little different, though.  For this one, the setup was almost Big-Brother-House-Esque.  A constructed dungeon/arena that people paid to watch the adventurers fight their way through to win a cash prize.  You can imagine them televising it today.  I have fond memories of this book, read it so much it fell to pieces.  Work of genius.

There’s a mini-documentary on YouTube about the Fighting Fantasy books – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEvH12X95hE – which makes for interesting viewing.  At one point you see the “map” for Warlock of Firetop Mountain!  Massive cross-referenced spidergram thingummy, makes the mind maps I’ve  drawn for our works Intranet workflows look trivial by comparison.

Absolutely the best thing about the Fighting Fantasy books is that they give you the whole roleplaying experience but with just a single player.  No need to find a group to play with, no need to organise a time, work out what to do about the player who’s late/doesn’t turn up at all.  But they give you a spring-board into full-on roleplaying games.  It’s just a short step from Fighting Fantasy to Castles and Crusades, Dungeon Crawl Classics, or any of the myriad other games out there.  If there’s a TV series you enjoy, chances are there’s a game to emulate it – Smallville, Doctor Who, Leverage, Firefly/Serenity…  If there’s a genre you want to play, there’s a game for it – for horror, there’s  Call of Cthulhu, World of Darkness, Fear Itself; Science Fiction has Ashen Stars, Traveller, Spacemaster; Fantasy? Take your pick – Castles & Crusades, Dungeon Crawl Classics, the original (but now by no means the best) Dungeons and Dragons, The One Ring (if you prefer your fantasy set in Middle Earth).  Any genre, any story, anything.  It’s all possible with the right RPG.

So…  Are any of my readers gamers too?