THERE’S never a dull moment when it comes to chess players, is there?
Wait – I’m not being sarcastic.
This most cerebral of sports has been rocked in recent years by plagiarism rows and love triangles – the latter resulting in one player punching another at a tournament in Turin.
And there was more rowing at Sheffield’s recent British Chess Championship.
CJ de Mooi, president of the English Chess Federation, was asked not to present the tournament’s prizes wearing a gay rights T-shirt. The offending item said: ‘Some People Are Gay. Get Over It’.
But organisers couldn’t - and the gongs were given by someone else.
Now, there’s a whole row and a lot of internal soul-searching about whether the game is homophobic.
That’s for them to decide and act on - but this column would like to suggest de Mooi shouldn’t have worn the T-shirt in the first place.
Fair play to the 41-year-old for standing up for equality and promoting anti-discrimination – right behind him there – but he’s forgetting one cardinal rule: Clothes featuring sloganeering look embarrassing on anyone older than 15.
UNLESS that is it’s one of those Henderson’s T-shirts, which, like the relish in general, are a mysterious law all unto themselves.
THEY don’t make Henderson’s in Budapest - but it seems plenty of people get the Steel City and Hungary’s capital confused.
That’s according to a survey reported in The Star on Saturday which found a third of people confused Sheffield’s skyline with the ‘Paris of the east’.
This led to some ridicule but I reckon the two have more in common than most people give credit for.
They’re both cities of culture, both have more pubs than you can shake a vodka stick at and both are overlooked by a historic buildings. Sure, they might have a 13th century royal castle but we have Park Hill... right?
The only major difference, as my visiting father pointed out this weekend, is they probably speak better English over there.