This Easter weekend I found myself in a pub with a group of friends at home in rural England. It was a cosy little place, tucked away at the end of a winding street of terraced cottages, with pictures hung crookedly all over the walls, shelves full of books and even a billiards table. In traditional British fashion, the pub had a selection of board games you could play. So we decided to have a round of Scrabble. For those who are not familiar with this monolith of the game world, it involves picking letters from a bag at random, which you then use to write words and score points on a grid that covers the board.