Tuesday Team Trivia Results Are In! I Know You Just HAVE To Know ‘Em
Another Tuesday, and another chance to claim a stunning defeat at quiz night. Rounds 1, 2 and 3 were woeful and things were not looking good at all for Team Us as we limped into the 4th. But, showing the grit of a drained coffee cup, and the the backbone of invertebrates we rallied and carried the final round,(!) winning us some mighty fine tropical fruit Beverages (that’s capital B, to show that they were of a grown-up nature).
And it was John’s birthday too. (John of Fang http://problemchildbride.com/blog/?p=37) That meant the compulsory (we’re despotic when it comes to serving ourselves) purchase of red drinks for him (Arsenal supporter) and beer for the rest of us. I met some new people and it was all good fun as you may be able to tell if I’ve committed any typos so far.
But so far is all I’ll go tonight (said the actress to the bishop. Bwahahaha). I have a little blue pill (indeed!) and it is designed to put me to sleep. I have a Crunchie bar too and I’m not afraid to use it. On guard, internet! But another time for the Crunchie bar. My competition is spent for the night and this problem-child-bride (I can’t speak for the others) is headed for Nod.
Right.
Night, night.
March 22nd, 2006 at 2:54 pm
This post sure makes it sound like you had too many Beverages. Maybe more Crunchie bars next time would help.
March 22nd, 2006 at 3:51 pm
Honey-child-bride, I don’t believe you ever go to sleep. You’ve been commenting all over the place at the wee hours in your part of the world. As a gorilla, it disgusts me when good fruit juice is contaminated with alcohol. Didn’t you have a preacher back in the old country who used to declaim: “Repent ye sinners, repent, the Day of Judgement is at Hand” or words to that effect?
March 23rd, 2006 at 4:30 am
We had several such preachers Mr. Nanas. Where I come from though, religion and alcohol aren’t mutually exclusive. From noon-time on, whisky is as likely to be offered to a visiting minister as a cup of tea. Some people are abstemious but most are not so much.
It’s a cold, windy place. It rains a lot. Often, if we raise our eyebrows we are likely to break them through the cloud ceiling. The church pews are hard and the pubs are warm and golden. We learn to love alcohol early and often.
It’s odd you mentioned the Day of Judgement though. My information is that not only is it At Hand, but it’s Afoot too.
I am experiencing a kind of mini day of judgement myself, Mr. Vegas, you’re right. Not too bad really. My body is not so much judging me today as giving me a bit of a ticking off. This week’s Trivia night wrought a mere 2 Crunchie hangover.
March 23rd, 2006 at 11:04 pm
Trivial, m’dear.
But….Look, that was hard for me to follow. What’s going on, there? Are you in a league or a troop or a band?
March 29th, 2006 at 12:16 pm
Thinking about the cloud ceiling you mentioned, Sami, I came across this poem a couple of weeks ago. I thought it might bring a different dimension (from a survivor) to recent exchanges on this and other recent postings
“I COULD WRITE YOU A MOLLION LETTERS
I could write you a million letters
I could write you a million letters
I could speak a million words
But they?d fall down
Like raindrops from the sky
to collect in a stream running into a river
or a sewer
or splash in someone?s face, wetting their glasses
or collect in a puddle only to be stepped in by some
unsuspecting idiot
My millions of letters
and My millions of words
will collect eventually
to create a rainbow so high and beautiful
It will amaze you with its intensity
It will dazzle you with its glare
It will blind you with its brightness
It will bathe you forever
In blessed warmth”
Angel Hart
Typed as published in the book I’ve taken it from.
Best wishes
Grandpa bear
March 31st, 2006 at 11:06 am
Hey, Wes! I’ve just found your comment. I usually only check the latest two posts or so for new comments and nearly missed this one. I was tootling around in my site’s admin area and I saw that you’d added a comment, and I’m glad i did.
These are some beautiful images. I especially like the words “intensity” and “glare” because they do a great job of describing a bipolar bear’s high and the sense of otherworldliness but still manage to convey the fear and anxiety that often accompanies an upswing.
Thanks for that.
I’m really looking forward to the wedding. Although we’ve communicated through the internet I don’t think we’ve ever met, despite your being Danny’s dad. It’s going to be lovely to meet you, finally.
Did you find a soot the other day, then?