The Results

Albert slipped to a narrow defeat against the Electric Pigs

Snoopy's Friends just got pipped at the post by title contenders, History Men

Ethel Rodin mucked up their title pretensions by crashing at the White Swan  to the Albert Park

FCEK also let the White Swan down (not to mention the History Men) in their home defeat to the all-conquering Fifth Finger - I suspect the bookies might start refusing bets on Fifth Finger hereon in

St. Caths went down at home in a close fought match with X-Pats who now leapfrog over the Opsimaths out of the bottom spot

The Paper

The paper this week was set by the Opsimaths.  Obviously a bit difficult for me to pass objective comment since I was part of the compiling team.  Brian, Jitka and I watched from the sidelines at the White Swan with some trepidation.

There were a few points of contention: for instance the maximum number of runs in an over was hotly contested ("What about overthrows?"), and the champagne bottle pair got a resounding thumbs down.  Amusingly the nickname for "Dad's Army" (i.e. the LDV in Round 6 Question 8) came out as "White Van Man"!!  Somehow I think our wording on this question was a bit confusing.  And, of course, FCEK refused to recognise that Irish is not an official European language.  Clearly the paper did not suit Ethel or FCEK, who both underperformed against their current league status.

On the whole, however, I think we did OK.  Certainly we were able to escape from the Swan with our lives and reputations relatively intact.

QUESTION OF THE WEEK

This week QotW has been nominated by the Electric Pigs and goes to Round 4 Question 2:

On a chessboard, how many pieces can only ever move one square?

Click here to see the answers to this and the rest of the week's questions and answers.

Eggheads

Again no news.  The general consensus at the White Swan was that this one has passed us by.

Des de (Minnie) Moaner

This week our occasional moaner is back, but this time he's more of a Nag.......

         Father Megson

           FCEC take the FLAK

A Chairde,

I will continue to use this form of greeting even though it apparently does not constitute an official EU language.

Fr. Megson is today reconsidering his future as a top notch quiz team manager after his side, Dynamo FCEK, were sensationally beaten, nay mauled, by the previously unheralded Finger V.  The minnows from the Griffin stunned a packed White Swan stadium by easily recording their first win in the league since Feb. 2005.  Many of the home fans who managed to stay awake during the debacle are now baying loudly for the blood of the self appointed 'people's priest'.

"Sometimes a manager-priest has to stand up and be counted",

 said Fr. Megson,

"but there's no way you'll get me out of bed on a night like this for some stupid pub trivia inquest.  I will say though, that I thought we played well against the wind in the first half.  It is easy for fecking vultures like youse to be wise after the event but I suppose youse have a point when you call into doubt my second half tactics.  Performing 4 half time lobotomies was a gamble that failed to come off on the night.  It might have been better to have saved one of them in case it was needed in the final round.  But the fact remains that lobotomies have now become an integral part of our game and the team will just have to forget about last night.  And fair play to Roisin, she has already forgotten where she was last night.  She thinks she was at home revising her book of Irish rivers.  She reckons she got as far as the O'rinoco before she fell into a coma. I wish the rest of the buggers were as dedicated as Roisin."

Colinski, a convicted panel-beater from Bratislava, has once again inundated the Withquiz office with a hastily scrawled note. He writes:

"I didn't get to the big game last night as my apathy was playing up.  I did however watch it on FIVE LIVE and it was rubbish.  Even Alan Green, the commentator who normally wouldn't say boo to a solent goose, agreed that Fr. Megson's lot should be spayed.  There's no way I'll be buying a radio licence this year after listening to that lot of rubbish.

That Fr. Megson is far too soft.  A good dose of discipline is what that team needs. None of yer fancy lobotomies.  That kind of thing only encourages nancy-boy softies to be even more touchy-feely.  Now, if I were Fr. Megson I'd have that Roisin one into my den before her feet hit the floor.  No messing. I'd tell her to pull her socks up immediately and no excuses.  Especially if she was wearing those little ankle-socks that you sometimes see in Ethel Austins and in late night films on the telly what I never watch.  Yes, 'pull yer ankle-socks up woman....',  I'd say, '....and now roll them down again.........but very......very ....slowly.'  That's what I'd do if I were Fr. Megson.  Has anyone seen my crossword?"

Fr. M.