Now what I should have done was ask for one of those pills, pop it before a game, and report on what it was like to watch a game bennied-up.

The muskets popped away on all sides.

Wearing jeans was a contagious fad at that time.

There were moments when I doubted whether it was worth all the effort – whether it was crazy of Anderson to toil so obsessively over three breezy, cheeky vignettes which are neither sidesplittingly hilarious nor heart-wrenchingly insightful.