Val Draper Cup Final
Ethel Rodin lost to Bards
The Bards win the Val Draper Cup for the first time since joining WithQuiz
Mike's view from the QM chair...
I rocked up a little early at the Ladybarn Club and was able to sip a pint in its sumptuous lounge before any of the competing team members arrived. As with many drinking establishments these days the walls are liberally decorated with photos of the past (the Parrswood has a fine collection). Here in Ladybarn the photos I noticed spoke of the past history of the very building I was in; a thriving hub of local friendships in post WW2 years declining into what our own Father Megson dubbed 'The Stadium of Murk' by the early years of this century. Full marks then to the local heroes who have stepped in and turned it from an embarrassment neglected by its brewery landlord into a community asset once more.
"Took his stick with its 'orse's 'ead 'andle and shoved it in Wallace's ear."
My reveries pondering ageing local glories were rudely interrupted by the entrance of - well - ageing local glories. The Bards and Ethel teams cascaded through the door; Tony, Robin, John and Jim for the visitors and Roddy, James, Geoff and Greg for the residents. Furnished with our pints chosen from a range of excellent brews we trekked upstairs. In 'Murk' days, I recall it was watered down Robbies or nothing, and the upstairs was reserved for the occasional practice sessions of a jazz combo, whilst downstairs a few desultory punters sat in silence around the bar watching the grainy version of an obscure European football match pirated by an Albanian (or some such) satellite channel.
Five who are half of No. 10
Ethel won the toss and chose to go first and this proved, as the evening wore on, to have been a fateful decision for the questions definitely tilted towards the team going second. The Bards fielded 2 unanswerable questions whereas Ethel took 6 on their collective chin. The 'plus 4 point' handicap in favour of the Bards just grew steadily down the rounds until 15 points separated the combatants at the end.
Happy Hour from Hull
Tony was in good form himself but if I were to pick a player of the evening I think it would have to be Robin. He had the knack of zooming in on the right answer to questions where the rest of his team seemed nonplussed. For Ethel there were plenty of fruitful conferences (and a few not so fruitful) but not many twos. Greatest surprise for me as QM was that neither team knew the title of Dylan Thomas' epic and moving description of his father's 'rage against the dying of the light' as his Dad fought through his final days.
Serving beer since 1644
So another grand quizzing evening came to a close with enjoyable chit chats featuring amongst other subjects: the lonesome life of a judge once they leave the camaraderie of barristerdom behind and head for the bench (though Tony claimed the bench was not at all lonesome in his day) - and speculation as to who the REALLY naughty Tory MP might be who was being asked not to show his face at Westminister right now. Apparently PMQs was particularly well attended this week as MPs strove to prove to their constituents that 'it's not me - honest!'.
Well done, Bards! At last you have the Val Draper crown.
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