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The Men They Couldn't
Hang
set this week. Another tour de force from the 'punks
in suits' - and if you didn't know their name had anything
to do with that wayward form of 1970s entertainment then you
would by the end of an evening with this paper.
General feedback is best
summed up by Kieran's typically brief and 'on the button'
comments:
"Pretty good but
maybe TMTCH over-elaborated a bit after last season's
successes. Still, high scoring and most people
went home happy"
Ivor's feedback from the
Red is in the same vein:
"Points on the board
at last for the History Men but it was a close run thing.
It was only an 8-point swing on Round 7 that saved us from
a fourth consecutive defeat. We had Dave and Gilly from
TMTCH in attendance with Gilly in the QM seat doing a
sterling job despite being dentally challenged with a
temporary crown and gums analgesed with whisky.
Generally favourable comments for the paper with plenty of
confounding for the first themed round - after hawkeye and
cows-lip we were looking for animals or body parts! The
spare question on the TMTCH song lyric would challenge
even the more outrageous “connections” questions seen in
the Albert Club monthly quiz!"
Down at the Albert Club
we were closeted away in the Pool Room whilst hordes of
sparkler-toting kids ran riot through the rest of the
building. When we left at near midnight (yes it was a
very time-consuming paper wasn't it?) the bowling green
(still illuminated by the floodlights) was showing serious
signs of combustion with browny-black rings all over the
crown. It could have been the heat from our QM's
searing tongue as she struggled with the copious
Snoopy-length questions - or just possibly the fact that
dozens of rockets had spewed out their cordite a few hours
earlier as they headed off towards the roof of the adjacent
synagogue.
Anyway....the paper was
clearly a labour of love with loads of embellishments both
in, and around, the questions. My favourite round was
the one themed on Derbyshire towns. I waited and
waited for Angela Buxton the buxom Wimbledon champion from
the 1950s when British ladies used to win at Wimbledon as
often as not, but she never arrived. On the down side
I was completely out of it (as was Colin) on all the
music-connected questions (and there were a lot).
We enjoyed the 'lost
their heads' picture round. Howell, who had another
inspired evening despite being on the losing side, had the
good sense to read Steve Fossett's name off the left breast
of his flying suit ("Bloody hell, Howell! How did you know
it was Steve Fossett?" - "I read it off his left tit!").
However (as Kieran said)
an enjoyable evening's quizzing with not a hint of a
firework question anywhere. Bravo!! |
