Thursday, August 10, 2006


About last night ...

Oh, the horror, the horror. It was like a cross between Fawlty Towers, The Beatles' Revolution 9, that Two Ronnies' Mastermind send up where the bloke answers the question before last, the dream sequence with the dwarf in Twin Peaks, the game of Russian Roulette in the Deerhunter and Abigail's Party. As we were the only contestants who weren't becoming increasingly drunk the experience was even more harrowing and strangely at a distance, as if seen through an anaesthetic.

We gave up halfway through, before the witching hour.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Oh, it was quite fun in the end - once we'd all lost our inhibitions and began REALLY free-associating. You wouldn't think such a sweet person as The Mollster could be such a wizard on the old slap bass. Why, we must have played "Thank you for talking to me, Africa" for a good 3/4 of an hour before the blood from her fingers started having a detrimental effect on her pitching. Ro-Mo's drum solo was maybe a little LESS polished - but full marks for enthusiasm!

Christ - can you imagine what us lot'd be like unleashed on a proper pub??

Doesn't bear thinking about, does it??



p.s. nice shoes, Bettster - must be a nightmare to go around Asda in...
You know..I am very sorry...I didn't mean to do it guv'nor. I think you were marvellous and I shall probably never show my face in quizland again. But, well...I am the uberwench. I shall leave it to Debbie McGee and Carol.
Bob - I didn't have Molly down as being a wizard on the slap bass. Did she do the bits in between the scenes on Seinfeld?

It all sounds as if it turned into a Bacchanalian wotsit. I think having to click the Refresh button so many times took it out of us so we had to retire to our sick beds. Such is life.

Molly - it was an interesting experience to say the least. I think that Blogger probably has some sort of default setting that assumes that loads of comments coming through at once without word verification on must equal an attack of spam mail, which put the shutters down on everything. It was like everybody being kicked out of one pub and having to move on to the next one (which is what would've happened in real life, no doubt).
What is the deal with the Deer Hunter russian roulette pic?

Geez I wish that I could get that scene out of my head..OH ...and erase the bloody 2 HOUR wedding before the boys actually get to Nam.
I get it! I get it! They were just ordinary pudknockers..
I suppose the picture reflects how I felt during the quiz. A few drinks might have eased the stress a bit, but I don't generally drink during the week because it's a long slippery slope.

Oh, that neverending wedding with the dancing and what have you. Still, I prefer it to Apocalypse Now, actually.
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