Bards beat History Men
The History Men drop their women - and their points
Ivor goes all philosophical ...
Here we are, back for our 22nd season in the WQL. Einstein once defined madness as doing the same thing time and time again but expecting a different outcome. He undeniably knew a lot about time but perhaps he knew less about the strange ways of quizzers. We have finished second in the league on two occasions and thus think that with just one more heave we might make it to the top. Sadly our efforts are starting to resemble those of Sisyphus and his boulder (now there's a Greek mythic character who should be the patron of aspiring quizzers). To improve our chances we decided this week to follow the example of Agamemnon and 'do an Iphigenia' so we sacrificed not only Anne but also Vanessa. Sadly despite an all-male Historymen team the result was still a terrible trouncing by the Bards (btw fellow-quizzers should not worry unduly as our Iphigenias have also been rescued by Artemis and will be back). This week saw the elevation of Steve and Rupert from our (very small) subs bench.
A 19 point margin of defeat is quite something. If we were to grumble (and we never do that) we could lament that Young David lost the toss and we ended up playing second. Although we might grumble (and we never do) we copped it for the unanswered questions (3-7 against us). But in truth the Bards were just better in all departments: more twos (9-4), more steals (7-2) and altogether a sterling performance compared to the pathetic effort I observed from the QM seat last week.
There was of course nothing wrong with the questions at all. As Mike O’B mentioned last week it is the current stuff that catches us out (does anyone go to the cinema these days?). Even our knowledge of myths was challenged (though Young David saved us there). We were slow to spot the themes (even the current cricketers despite - as retirees - having the luxury of watching the tests live). And my personal contribution to our score would have not got off the ground without the 'gimme' for seat four: the question that was as easy as ABC. Kieran might complain about easy questions but when you have been battered more times than a fish in a Glasgow chippy in previous rounds it is balm to the soul (or sole?).
Up in smoke for the last time
(R4/Q2)
Charabancs lost to KFD
KFD get back to winning ways
Kieran celebrates a nicely ticking over KFD machine ...
The assiduous reader of these late night witterings will know that our man at one or the other end of the Panama Canal often appears as the Lowestoft Ben Duckett due to his habit of smiting his first question for a maximum and then going off on one à la Jos Buttler or indeed Ben Duckett. Also he hails from Lowestoft as well as a clutch of other so-so towns in the south east of England. Well tonight Baz kept Bazball on a pretty short leash, eschewing the fireworks, giving nothing away to the opposition but laying the groundwork for the middle order.
'Big' loss?
(R6/Q6)
Enter the Didsbury Joe Root. A statement performance from even younger Thomas, nudging and nurdling from the start with ones and a hefty input in KFD's trademark conferring huddle (which was working a treat), keeping our scoring ticking over at an impressive rate and lighting up proceedings with a perfectly placed two here and there. This is Thomas's third full season with the KFD first team squad and, along with being a reliable points scorer off his own bat, he covers a lot of gaps in knowledge for the rest of us: pretty much anything that's happened in the last thirty years. Speaking of KFD academy graduates it looks like young Liam© may be ready to return to the fray come the new year which is just as well since David is buggering off to New Zealand for a month or more and ... more of that later, maybe.
Just as the season has got going we now have the 'governing body mandated' two week break without even the sideshow of ill-tempered trench warfare in the courtroom to distract us as the (non existent) league subscription fees get trousered by m'learned friends. Unless, that is, Mike is about to indict one of our number for smuggling an extra packet of crisps into the losers' round or surreptitiously supplying an on-form team member with a 'hollow legs' - looking at you again Thomas. If things get to that stage then HH J Hammond will try to keep some sort of order, natch.
I might look friendly but my pen's awfully sharp
(R1/Q6)