History Men beat The Electric Pigs at the Red.
Ivor dispatches this summary....
"A strangely empty Red Lion tonight
despite football and seasonal festivities.
Perhaps incessant rain had put a damper on any kind
of merriment except for the joy of quizzing. It was
not a game of two halves tonight; more a game of
seven eighths. We won the first round against a
three handed Pigs team 8-0 (due to four steals) to
take an early lead. However the next seven rounds
were won by the Pigs 28-27. The Pigs included two
Toms, helpfully designated Old Tom and Young Tom -
reminiscent of the Open Golf champions except that
Young Tom is Dave’s son. The Pigs youth policy is
rather more radical than our own youth policy which
tonight featured the return of Anne’s niece Vanessa,
who is in fact twice Young Tom’s age."
Albert beat The Prodigals by a comfortable
margin and as Mike O'B reports....
"The result brought to an end a fairly poor sequence
of results for the Albert."
....and after further ruminations overnight adds
"On further consideration of our result last night I
see now that the real reason for our win was my
decision to take a much harder line with the team in
training. I have threatened them with POO
HEAD. For those of you not in the know Poo Head is a
game aimed at small children, students and people
like me. One person, perhaps the poorest
performer in the previous week, dons the brown
knitted poo hat and sits on a chair while the rest
of the team throw lumps of
simulated, Velcro lined poo at the hat. The
winner is the one who gets the most lumps of poo to
stick. They soon fell into line and saw things
my way I can tell you. Top of the table for us
Ethel Rodin beat The Bards of Didsbury in a
low-scoring match at the Cricket Club.
James sums up....
"The Bards are happy that their reputation as lowest
scoring quiz setters has been firmly grasped by the
claws of the Mantis Shrimp (ED: Though the 43 all
result at the Albert Club - see below - tells a
different story). 'Blurt of the Season'
contender was Tony’s 'Tate, as in Tate and Lyle.'"
In a match of great tension The Opsimaths
tied with Dunkin' Dönitz. But
for a run of 7 superb twos right at the end the
Dunkers would have lost to the home team who were
ahead throughout. As it was, the final
question came to me with the Opsimaths one point
behind for almost the first time in the evening.
Being unable to remember the cricketer and having
never watched The Simpsons I conferred and
fortunately Nick remembered the cricketer and
reasoned that 'Troy' rather than 'Rory' was a more
likely name for a Simpsons character.
So a tie. Great cheers from all sides and
general agreement that quizzing like this is a
wonderful way to pass the time while Waiting for
I must call out Kieran's two for (N)Ephron at the
final hurdle - a moment of supreme brain-racking
which came up trumps. Working in the opposite
direction the majority of the
team opted for Green(s) when Nick was suggesting
correctly G(l)ove a couple of questions earlier
resulting in us losing a vital point. C'est la
All in all a great match between two teams that have
been slugging it out toe to toe for the past 6 years
or so. In the event the carton of milk stored
in the Albert Club kitchen was not called into play.
No Milkgate for us - just plenty of mutual respect
for a fantastic evening of high class quizzing.
As you would expect my voice is not the only to
recount the tale of this thrilling match as
"A cold, wet December night and this season's first
edition of the Classico. From a distance, or
indeed close up, the Albert Club doesn't look a lot
like the Bernabeu or the Camp Nou, nor, for that
matter, does it have any resemblance to the Etihad
or Old Trafford. And despite what he tells himself
when looking in the mirror every morning Martin
doesn't look a thing like (Gabriel) Jesus.
this was the setting for the latest clash of the
Opsis and the Donuts, a 'no quarter asked nor given'
rivalry half as old as time that always, always
delivers. No pig's heads hurled from the
stands (how the hell did they ever get that into the
ground in the first place?), no flying pizza
nor jettisoned bottles of milk but a huge amount of
respect on both sides that would be completely lost
on Portuguese eye gougers.
Evenings like this are why I love playing in this
league. Eight of the finest competitors WithQuiz
has to offer, all playing at the top of their game.
15 Donuts' twos v 13 for the Opsimaths; 4 bonuses
each; and only 7 unanswereds (marginally against us
4-3). At the end everyone could say 'If only
I'd', or 'We'd
written that down', or just feel very pleased with
the two they'd gone for which swung the result in
the end. An aggregate score of 86 and a quiz
so evenly balanced says a lot for the Shrimp's skill
in setting a paper to bring out the best in both
Opsimaths led from the start (we never got ahead
until question five in the final round), but it was
only 2 or 3 points all the way through the first
five rounds. Then we got hammered on the
postcodes round, and I'm still miffed about
'baronet' being described as part of the honours
system rather than the peerage. Largely
because I'd brilliantly, but wrongly, worked out
that the location was Omagh and the answer was the
Order of Merit. Which IS part of the honours
system - but about as wide of the mark as I could
get, Omagh having a Belfast (BT) postcode.
points behind against the Opsis with two rounds to
go, David said it would be a good one to win from
here. And boy was it, or at any rate a great one to
draw. I don't know if Debbie did Dallas after last
week's quiz (ok her name is Deborah but for the sake
of the joke, y'know come on!) but Barry was suddenly
all over Michael Gove (sorry about that image) and
philosophers with a 'Y' for the second letter of
their name. Six twos in seven questions in
Rounds 7 and 8 - and the Opsis rocking with only a
one point lead - and Mike and me left to bat.
knew the answer was Ephron, except I couldn't get
away from it being Nephron (why did her first name
have to be Nora?) and I couldn't see how I could add
a letter to get a part of the kidney. Barry
was in every kind of agony seeing me cross through
the 'N' on my scribble where I'd written what I
thought the answer was, convinced that I was going
to confer and thereby blow any chance we had of
winning or even drawing, with the desperately needed
two points written on the paper in front of both of
us, and he couldn't say a word or even gesture.
But I play fourth for the reason that I couldn't ask
any of Barry, Martin or David to take on that
gut-churning responsibility of having to get a two
to give us any chance of
So I screwed my courage to the sticking place and
thank God I was right. My fellow Dunkers
exploded in a manner which would have given Marcus
Rojo and Romelu Lukaku a fit of the vapours - and it
was over to Mike, needing a one for the draw and a
two for a sensational win. And honestly I
wouldn't have cared if he'd got Roy and Troy without
conferring to win the game, though I'm pretty happy
he didn't. The Opsis duly got the one point to
draw the match and it would have been a complete
travesty if they hadn't.
always like this when these two teams meet and long
may it continue though frankly I (and I suspect the
other seven) am far too old for this sort of stuff.
Alabama senate seat, the Bot finally being defeated
in her bid to end parliamentary democracy in Britain
for good, City making it fifteen on the spin and at
the end of the evening this. Perth anyone?
Oh what a night! (as I may have said
around this time last year)."