The Withington Pub Quiz League
17th December 2014
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Ethel, Dunkin' D and the Opsimaths win but the Bards lose; all to play for as we hit the season's halfway mark
Results & Match Reports
Dönitz are roaring back into form as their talisman, Barry,
returns. Tonight at the Griffin they dispatched The Electric
Pigs with some aplomb. Kieran tells us what went on....
The Bards suffered a narrow
defeat at the hands of The Charabancs of Fire. Just as
you thought you knew who was going to cruise home in the new
year following their confident victory over close rivals, The
Opsimaths, last week along comes a coachload from the Tuirnpike
to throw everything back into the air. Damian tells us what went
With Rachael away, Richard and
Adam did their best, as a twosome, to keep the Compulsory Meat
Raffle flag flying, but in the end the volume and weight of
The Opsimaths prevailed in a surprisingly noisy Turnpike.
Nick was our QM for the evening and managed - just about - to
overcome the very loud effing and jeffing going on in the
background. It was a most affable evening with lots of chat
about the theory and practice of competitive quizzing leavened
by some admiring nods in the direction of Professor Jim Al-Khalili
whose BBC4 programme on Quantum Physics (The Secrets of Quantum
Physics) has even managed to get me interested in the subject. A
return to D:Ream for Prof Cox methinks - the life scientific has
just got a whole lot better.
just lost out to joint top team Ethel Rodin at a very
noisy Fletcher Moss. Whilst Ethel share the same number of
League points as the Bards they are second on 'points scored
difference' having achieved a mere 32 more than they've conceded
in the ten matches to date. Even more surprisingly Dunkin'
Dönitz lie in fourth place having scored 3 fewer than they've
conceded in their ten matches. By comparison The Bards have a
healthy 104 points difference advantage and The Opsimaths an 83
The Prodigals were entertaining
the mercurial History Men - up one week and cocking a
snook at the league leaders, down in the dumps the next. This
week was a 'snook week' for Ivor's motley crew as their engine
steam-rollered the Prodigals.
Ivor offers these thoughts on
proceedings at the Albert Club....
Quiz Paper Verdict
The paper this week was set by The Men They Couldn't Hang.
It was on the tougher end of the scale with an average aggregate of just 68.8 but, as is always the case with one of Dave's efforts, beautifully crafted and cleverly worded to entertain. The trouble is that, increasingly, such fine touches fall (literally) on deaf ears as our pubs get rowdier - or we get collectively harder of hearing. It seems that at both the Fletcher Moss and The Turnpike the QMs had their work cut out. My hope is that when Labour get back in next year and James' better half becomes Minister for Culture, the Media and Pub Quizzes there will be a Bill rapidly brought forward to prevent noise in pubs and clubs on Wednesdays (Thursdays in Stockport, of course). I will scour the manifesto when it becomes available and let you know. This could be a real differentiator between Labour and UKIP who, on the other hand, are known to favour noisy pubs with loudmouths proclaiming their zenophobic views to all who'll listen.
As ever Dave embellished the evening's paper with a lovingly hand drawn sketch on the envelope (see the image of the CMR v Opsimaths envelope accompanying these words); this time representing TMTCH's Christmas card to the league.
Perhaps the main area of criticism for tonight's paper is reflected in Anne-Marie's comment from the Prodigals v History Men match reported by Ivor above, namely that Dave does love his 'boy's toys' - this time parts of a gun rather than WW2 tanks or planes. Darlo and other NE football teams also got a good airing again tonight. As I've said on countless occasions before, however, it's the variety and personal idiosyncrasies of our setters that makes Wednesday evenings such a delight.
One practice I did notice Dave had adopted last night, which I think he hasn't previously.....When a themed round (Rounds 2 and 6 last night) depended on spotting a word that can precede or succeed another word ('play' and 'mark' in tonight's paper) then the theme word was declared at the start of the round. I think this makes good sense as with these types of link - more often than not - the theme is too hard to work out and the process of trying to get it overwhelms the rest of that round's worthy content.
What did the rest of you think?
"Tonight's offering from the Hangmen, tackled at the Cricket Club in the presence of Hangman Dave himself, was full of the usual well-crafted and well-thought out topics and themes that Yours Truly would never think to set. But hey, that's just me! Well done to the Hangmen for their different and original take on what constitutes an interesting quiz.
QotW: In the absence of any consensus, I nominate the one about the Lancashire location for Disraeli's 'One Nation Speech'. If only I had had the courage to insist on the Free Trade Hall instead of agreeing to go along with Preston Guildhall!
Funniest AotW: Possibly my suggestion to the team in the round that required an answer that could prefix the word 'marks'. When we were discussing what was the name missing from the Magnificent Seven character list we came up with a load of possible candidates one of which quite rung true. Eventually, and more in hope than expectation, I ventured the suggestion that he might have been called 'Skid'. Well, I tried!"
"We quite liked this paper which, as always for a TMTCH paper, was both interesting and challenging. The 'play' and 'marks' prefix rounds were very well thought out (in the latter case young David was waiting for the band fronted by Richard Jobson, The Skids, whilst I was anticipating Severe Combined Immuno-Deficiency or SCID syndrome.
Our nomination for QotW was the Jimmy Perry father quote. Although this was not his question Danny managed to work out the answer. Our 'close second' nomination would be the Trigger question."
....and finally James:
"We are sure a lot of effort went into setting this quiz, but I'm afraid many of the more carefully written questions ended up in frustrated nonchalance because of the ambient noise at the Fletcher Moss. Our nomination for QotW went to the Jimmy Perry father quote."
The Question of the Week
This week a number of you opted for Round 1 Question 7:
For the answer to this and all the week's questions click here.
Were any of youse at early mass the other Sunday? God, that Fr Megson was awful hard on me. It was like bumping into Chopper Harris when he was in his pomp. I was heartscalded. Poor Mr Dusty who prides himself on being as insensitive as the next man was heartscalded too and took to his bed for a week and the man from the dole had to come around and collect his signature at his bedside. I think even the rooster was heartscalded. He hasn't crowed since apart from a half-hearted squawk when the X-Factor came on - and he only pecks at his Coco Pops. Bad cess to the clergy. For two pins, I'd turn Stalinist and liquefy the lot of them, the whole caboodle. Good enough for them.
Mr Dusty is not optimistic. He is a passionate student of current affairs and often reads The Daily Star from cover to cover. He is firmly of the opinion that there is not much chance of a bloody revolution in the North of England before next May at the earliest. On the positive side though, he reckons that 'Suck It And See' has an excellent chance of being placed in the 3:30 at Wincanton. I'm a fierce teleological woman by nature so I'll pop out for a wee flutter after I've mangled the neeps and who needs a revolution when you are a winner and the cupboard under your sink is crammed full of bottles of strong alcohol. If Fr Megson calls to cadge a Christmas drink I'll give him Harpic and pretend it was a tragic accident.
Morbid depression and bunions is a terrible price to pay for being an artist. How can I ever do a blob when I spend my nights staring into a gaping abbess or whatever it's called and my days too plum-tuckered even to pop into Lidl. Mr Dusty says feck all that arty-farty stuff for a game of soldiers, you'd be lucky to get a bottle of stout these days for half a crown let alone a work of art. And anyway, if you still want to do the oul blob couldn't you just do it in a stream of unconsciousness like what that Joyce wotsername did in her book about Finnegan's Wake whoever the fcek Finnegan was when he was at home. "Don't think about it", was Mr Dusty's literary advice, "Let her rip bejaysus and care not a fig for the philistine sensibilities of hoors like Fr Megson and his henchmen who have done for the WithQuiz website what fcekin Mussolini did for Abyssinia. Be true to yourself, old girl. But not a blessed word, mind, about my wee problem in the bedroom department or about what that rooster said about me last night. Sure, he never would have said such a thing if you hadn't poured that sourmash over his Coco Pops.
Well, be that as it may, I'll have to put me blob on the back burner till Twelfth Night at the earliest. The Baby Jesus will soon be celebrating his 2014th birthday. God, can you believe how awful quick kids grow up these days! Christmas might be fine and dandy if you happen to be the Messiah but it just means more skivvying in the kitchen for me. It will be worse than ever this year as the rooster says he has ethical issues about the jerking of dead turkeys and could we keep it vegetarian this year. And not just fcekin neeps. I told him to mind his language and I'd see what I could muster up. Little does he know that back in the 60's in our courting days me and young Mr Dusty were great fans altogether of the Craddocks when they used to cook on the telly. We would write the recipes down and make a mad dash for the scullery when it was over. I still fondly remember them days (before Mr Dusty decided to become a useless gobshite) when nothing would give him greater pleasure than to play Johnny to my Fanny. We used to tickle palates the length and breadth of Ladybarn with our legendary soya bean tripe and kidney pie served with sun-dried potato peelings - and for pudding you would have been hard pressed to find a pamplemousse stuffed with greater aplomb.
So fear not little red rooster. This Christmas you will be a quorn-fed chicken. Fr Megson and the rest of youse can fcek off and fend for yourselves.