kept up their title challenge with a convincing
victory over The Prodigals. James was
on hand to report....
"That was a slightly flattering
result for us as our lead more than doubled in
Rounds 7 and 8. As with last week it seemed a
good toss to lose questions-wise, but in fact
unanswereds were shared 5/5."
Opsimaths got back to winning ways in their
tussle with The Electric Pigs at The Albert Club.
The first two rounds went decisively to the visitors
but a dramatic turnaround in Round 3 saw the home
team gain the lead and keep it from thereon.
Five of the unanswered questions went to the Pigs
against 4 to the home team. The Pigs don't
seem to be having the best of luck this season, but
it was just a few years ago in the very same back
lounge of the Albert Club that Dave pulled Tosca out
of thin air to win a thrilling Val Draper Cup final
- so you never know.
Hilary completed the contest by correctly answering
the 'Name a year in the life of George Stubbs'
question and just about resisted the temptation to
adjacent wall in celebration.
Albert were the latest team to surrender to the
all-conquering masters of our Blue Planet, the
mighty Compulsory Mantis Shrimp combo.
Rachael, humble as ever, sends this despatch
from the ocean floor....
"After an exciting evening at the Fletcher Moss we
completed a memorable victory over the Albert team.
We led by a single point at the end of Round 1 and
then extended our lead to four points by half time.
We just about managed to retain this advantage
throughout, despite an excellent performance from
Mike O'B's typically sideways view of the
same affair was.....
"Ah, another defeat! Our mood summed up by the
lines from Siegfried Sassoon's war poem Glory Of
'Oh German mother dreaming by the fire, while
you are knitting socks to send your son, his
face is trodden deeper in the mud.'
our faces from the mire we felt it was a good toss
to win and go first which we did not. The
questions themselves were fair enough but in places
the pairs were unbalanced. Mind you we
contributed to our downfall with a surfeit of
blurting. This led Ashton with his six twos to
declare he felt like Joe Root trying to build an
innings while all around him collapsed. We had
been within touching distance of Mantis (who were
surprisingly well up on Old Culture) until we
suffered a disastrous Round 7 which put them out of
Charabancs of Fire lost to Dunkin' Dönitz in
the Turnpike under the watchful gaze of fledgling
Chara, Graham, who this week was QMing.
"Despite being sat on the sidelines tonight,
relegated to the role of QM, I found the power
bestowed by being in charge of timekeeping most
entertaining. In the meantime the Charas slid
to an overwhelming defeat.
The rest of you just be aware, we
have no fixture next week and so may be turning up
at your match in Christmas sweaters just to barrack
from the sidelines and declare the Turnpike as
the new capital of Withington."
Enigmatically Fr Megson adds
these few words....
"Like Tosca, the meeting of the Charas and the
Donuts is always a story of Love, Lust, Intrigue and
Murder. And true to form tonight the feckers
murdered us. Though in truth, both teams found
the questions more lukewarm than passionate."
Kieran, meanwhile sends his own take...
"Not to be outdone by the lunchtime, bouncer-heavy,
Great Moor Travellers Call, the Turnpike welcomes
its guests with a large notice behind the
bar enforcing the pub's 'no swearing' policy.
And then, the quiz barely begun, QM Graham, with a
laugh that was pure Sid James, announced the 'No
Sniggering at the Back' round. That went
well. The edict forbidding the vernacular of
Wednesday evening quizzers being presumably the work
of 'the miserable bastard who owns the place'
sitting alone in his dark eyrie with time to
kill while spying on surreptitious vapers with a
view to issuing banning orders.
A win for the Donuts which was largely without
incident. We led after every round, though the
Charas came back at us in the second half before we
pulled away again in Round 8, for once getting our
bingo picks right. Fed up with Barry and
Martin getting all the column inches for
unbelievable blurts, David threw in a barking Jake
Thackeray as the TW3 calypso-singing
assassinated MP. How I laughed. There is one Donut
who is yet to ignore his team mates and shout out a
this season. I know, I know, it's out there
and it's going to get me soon enough.
Both teams struggled with the members of Thatcher's
first cabinet even now stalking the earth like
Dementors circling Hogwarts. The Charas
wondered if Keith Joseph was still somehow sucking
the milk of human kindness out of the living
and vomiting it out again over the poor
and dispossessed but I assured them I had the stake
I'd driven through where the heart would have been
in a human, still covered in molecular acid.
so next week we finish the pre-Christmas fixtures at
the Albert Club with the season's first El Classico.
Can't wait, except for that game changing blurt
somewhere out there."
...and yet more column inches on the Turnpike
tussle, this time from Damian....
Chara new boy Graham doing the honours as QM and
promising to treat us as leniently as possible, we
went into battle against the best team in the league
hoping that the History Men's questions would give
us a chance (as they so often have done in the past)
but, not a hope!
Throughout the first half, the
Dunkers were well ahead and, then, at the start of
the second half, we started to make a comeback and
led in every round until the last one when we got
utterly sunk by Bingo. Now it's very
embarrassing for the Charas, proud inventors of the
Bingo round, to have to admit this but we have just
been absolutely crap at them lately and have
developed an unerring and unfortunate knack for
picking all the s**t
questions (i.e. the ones we can't answer). Why
is this? Have the Bards, those well-known
lovers of Bingo rounds, been at the ouija board
again and summoned up some dark entity from the the
quiz equivalent of Hades to torment us whenever it
is our turn to pick a number? Or are teams
just setting Bingo rounds we can't answer these
days? Answers on a postcard please!!
Anyway off we trot into that quiz
no-man's land that separates the first half of the
season from the second as we will not again be
quizzing until 2018. So, grumbles and
misgivings aside, here's hoping for a very merry
Christmas and New Year to everybody in WithQuiz, and
especially to those of us trying to recover from
health setbacks with the sure hope of seeing them
hale and hearty again soon as 2018 looms large!!"