WITHQUIZ The Withington Pub Quiz League QUIZBIZ 18th March 2009 |
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No surprises then, SPW win their 11th title in a row - but it was a tad closer this season - maybe next year.......... For now though hearty congratulations to Kieran, Martin, Barry, Michael and David - Such Pleasant Winners!! |
The Results |
Albert just pipped Ethel Rodin in a last question nerve-jangler at the Fletcher Moss, where it seems the errors in the paper did make a difference to the result. James writes:
Getaways got caught out at home by a rampant band of Electric Pigs History Men fought a tooth and nail battle at the Red and just came out on the wrong side of the peace line against league runners up Charabancs of Fire. Our correspondents from either side of the Red's battle royal (Ivor and Damian) write - Ivor first:
....and Damian:
SPW romped to a convincing 26 point victory against TMTCH thus confirming their 'Champions' tag for yet another year X-Pats slumped back after their resounding victory of last week, losing to the Opsimaths who managed to notch up their highest total of the season so far (51 points) |
The Paper |
This week the questions were set by Snoopy's Friends. Themes all the way - and not too difficult for us to unravel (apart, of course, from the unlucky souls who took the first question of each round). The subject matter was certainly 'Opsimath-friendly' with little modern popular culture and loads of questions about stuff they had given up teaching in our schools by the 70s. Predictably Ireland played a large role (see Fr Megson's revived piece below about St Patrick's day) - but I seem to recall that Snoopy's papers are often green-tinged (definitely not orange-tinged). A few obvious mistakes were in evidence (Nicholas Montsarrat, not Alistair Maclean, wrote The Cruel Sea and the Duke of Wellington was born in 1769 not 1869) but these slight lapses caused no real problems and were easily sidestepped. So, for the Opsimaths at least, this was a cracking good evening's entertainment with some good company in in the bustling Sun in September. Best laugh of the evening was (Round 8 Question 7) when Jim admitted he'd got all of Daniel O'Connell's albums at home. It also proved a pretty popular paper for our new (?) league champions at Fortress Griffin. Kieran breaks off from the champagne-fuelled celebrations to comment:
Like James (in 'The Results' column) Mary found the typos/inaccuracies a real problem. She writes:
From the History Men/Charas tussle Damian comments on Snoopy's paper:
.....and Ivor, the Orangeman, writes:
and finally Gary from the Getaways/Pigs encounter:
(Ed: Typos and definite errors have been corrected in the version of the paper that appears on this site) |
The Question of the Week |
This week the vote goes to Round 5 Question 7:
For the answer to this and all the week's questions click here |
Chatterbox |
Since Megson has gone all déjà vu I thought I'd bring back another old website favourite.....
I'm sure you can improve on my acronymic message. Let me have your own versions for Kieran and co. |
Fr Megson Golden Oldies.... St. Patrick's Day - A time to reflect |
Another blast from the past. This piece was published on the website on St Patrick's Day 2005........... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Chairde, Sometimes people stop Fr. Megson in the chemist's and say:
And you know, in a very real sense, Madge, my housekeeper is right. It is all too easy to get caught up in life's little debaucheries and to lose sight of the really important issues that pertain to our spiritual realm. And what could be more important than organising the craic for St. Paddy's Day - it'll be feckin' brill. So let me run through the timetable again for all of you who were feeling less than sentient last Sunday morning: 10.00 - Mass (please note that this may have to be cancelled if Fr. Megson can't find a new battery for his alarm clock - we simply can't afford to fall behind schedule on such a holy day) 10.14 - Traditional blessing of the Sassenach graves 10.15 - The even more traditional cursing of the Sassenach living 11.15 - Fr. Megson to nip home for well earned bacon butty with all the trimmings and a scalding hot mug of Irish coffee. Feel free to mill around the chapel gates chewing baccy like demented cows, hawking, spitting and slagging off your feckless neighbours like you do every Sunday 11.30 - Annual St. Patrick's Day traditional parade to commence from the gates of our beloved Church Of The Hidden Ovarie, Ladybarn 11.32 - Annual St. Patrick's Day traditional parade to terminate at the front door of " Vespers", our church social club and exclusive nightclub for discerning gentlemen priests and turf accountants. The men should make their immediate way to the bar. Could the ladies please assemble in the cleaner's storeroom? Please mind the broken statues, most of which have sharp edges. In the storeroom they will be treated to a gratis and complimentary porringer of Bailey's Irish Cream (75p for pensioners and other unwaged parochial parasites). The ladies should then bid a fond adieu to Fr. Megson and make their way home in an orderly fashion to pluck the chicken and boil the spuds. You may remember that last year some auld hoity-toity busybody from the Town Hall tried to take us to task about this arrangement. Well now, Fr. Megson is as Politically Correct as the next priest and I would thank that auld lesbian-bollox to remember that this year. If she cares to look up the relevant Health and Safety ruling (section 6; subsection 24(b) of the 1849 "Proper Placement of Women" act) she will see that this instruction is mandatory and is quite clearly in place to protect our good womenfolk from being subjected to unwarranted attention and compliments in a public place. There comes a time however when even priests have to be flexible in a heathen country so I would be willing to make the following concession:
12.00 (midnight on the 24 hour clock system) - official ending of St. Patrick's Day. Time to stand in a desultory fashion for the National Anthem and then get a final 6 or 7 rounds in at the bar before wending your circuitous way to Fr. Megson's top table for the official inquest. Traditionally, this can be a very trying time for the maudlin. So this year I have roped in Sister Conceptua Euphoria to act as a confidante and counsellor. She's from the order of The Poor Bridgets who run a successful chain of Bail Hostels on Cheetham Hill Road so she'll be well used to listening to sobbers and gobbers like you lot. But don't spin the "I could've been a contender" yarns out too long because she can't abide bathos and she can get fierce ratty when she's had a few. Fr. Megson |