I agree with the overpaid sentiments here - I never really liked anything Ross has done anyway.  Even when he's trying to be sensible, he always comes across as smutty.  As for Brand, i have seen him in one or two things and found him mildly amusing but this stunt is in no way amusing and he should be repremended in some way.

Yes, I do! 

I'm a really dreadful loser myself, Milly, so if you do come up with something don't hesitate to let me know. 

P.S.  I've found them all except one of the Rooks.  I think it might have landed in the fireplace. 

I'd be very tempted to mirror it at some point, Mills: it will probably scare him spitless, but experiencing what you've just done from an outside perspective can work wonders (I'm sometimes asked to do it in role-playing sessions if someone has been particularly unreasonable, standing over me for a whole session with arms folded, for example). It's a difficult call though: you don't want to knock the competitive spirit out of him completely, after all; just to teach him that there will be times when things won't go his way, and that being a winner in life is as much about learning not to be too knocked by the shocks as avoiding being too cocky in success.

Maybe it would help to try getting him to see that when he wins, you've lost - yet you don't carry on like that, and how would he feel about winning if you did?

Chess is a sore point for me - my first brush with sexism occurred over chess.  I was in a tournament (nothing serious, just in my school when I was 7), and was the only girl who made it to the semifinals.  The boy I was playing against was horrid, but not as horrid as his friend who came over to watch our game having been eliminated already.  They started taunting me for being a girl - that didn't bother me enough to put me off my game.  Then the friend suddenly knocked over all the pieces on the board.  The (male) teacher came over to see what had happened, and the two boys both said I had done it.  I protested and explained what had really happened, but the (male) teacher didn't believe me (even though I had been winning and it would have made NO SENSE AT ALL for me to knock over the board) and disqualified me from the tournament.  Bastards.

Hmmm, come to think of it, that tournament was my second brush with sexism.  My first was when I was about four, and a boy in my nursery school and I were fighting over who would get to play with the big shiny blue dump truck (do you have a different word for those in British?).  The (female!) teacher came over to break up the argument and gave the boy the truck, not even telling him he'd have to share it with me later!  How infuriating.

Dump truck = dustcart, unless I'm mistaken

Tommo