Inconceivable

It's midnight. Niall is about to leave his house (lives at home). His father is by the front door as he is about to leave.

Father: Where are you going? It's midnight!
Niall: I'm going to Mark's to play chess.
Father: ... [See here for meanings of '...']
Niall: See you later.

Exunt.

True story. The implied undertones of the '...' were priceless, in particular in light of my actual desire to go to Mark's house to play (Jenga) chess, where he proceeded to beat me in deuce. Jenga-chess. It's an interesting game invented in Mark's house around 11 PM some evening (I will claim invention, having suggested the collaboration, but further rules, nuances and semantics were applied afterwards by more than I). The basic premise of the game can be described by the picture below --

At least once per chess move a Jenga block is removed and applied to the top of the tower. Strict rules from South Cork stipulate a 'you touch it, you remove it' rule in Jenga selection for towers under about 150% of the initial tower height; that is under 25 rows for a typical 48 piece Jenga set. If player A, lets call him Inigo, is playing player B, lets call him Westley, having both (foolishly and) initially started the battle left handed then proceed to move to their right hands and Inigo knocks the tower Westley is permitted two moves directly after its collapse (Strength and mind), but with these two moves Inigo cannot be placed in checkmate. This game is great, but further complicated by a chess game of the following standard --

Firstly the game took nigh on four hours to finish, and secondly both other players get two moves if the first knocks the tower... and in that game I knocked the tower twice. Stupid Steve and Mark ganging up on me!

Game goes well with KC's and driving.