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"Victory goes to the player who makes the next-to-last mistake - Chessmaster Savielly Grigorievitch Tartakower (1887-1956)"

Wednesday, April 11, 2001

Disco Inferno...
It was just David and I again last night at Pop Quiz. The gorgeous Guy and Neil were on hand to lend much needed moral support. We did OK to start with but it rather fell apart at the end. It was when things started to go really wrong that we hatched our plan. We sailed through the first 9 questions no problem. We spotted Norman Cook in his new video (in a picture on the wall), we knew who wrote a song for Debbie Harry (Alannah Currie and Tom Bailey) and who wrote Only You (Vince Clark). We skilfully recognised Ash's Burn Baby Burn, Crazytown's Butterfly and the Stereophonics' Mr Writer. We even predicted that the track that was going to be played after Ricky Martin's She Bangs and Emma Bunton's What Took You So Long was going to be the Eurythmics' Here Comes The Rain Again (they all have the same line "Talk to me" in them). The musicals round was potentially going to be a toughie. We didn't know that Peter Sallis was in one of the stage versions of Cabaret but so what? That was only our first point dropped. David correctly surmised that it was Kevin Klein who played the Pirate King in The Pirates Of Penzance and a helpful clue from Wendy saved us from thinking that that ruddy witch Audrey Hepburn sang "I Feel Pretty" in My Fair Lady (of course it was Natalie Wood in West Side Story). We shall be haunted by that woman and that song I fear. It was after this point that it all went tits-up. We missed Generation X's Valley of the Dolls, the fact that Bowie's Boys Keep Swinging and Fleetwood Mac's Tusk were both released in 1979 (of course we wrote 1979 and later crossed it out and wrote 1980). We didn't know the chorus to PJ and Duncan's Let's Get Ready To Rumble, couldn't recognise a track by Lush or a Fat Boy Slim track with the word Brighton in it. It was all going so horribly wrong. We were facing an embarrassing defeat. We were desperate. So to save our blushes we decided to torch the building and kill everyone inside. David kept lookout while I dowsed petrol all over the seats. One flick of a match and the place was an inferno. Suffice to say, they won't mess with us again. (David's version of events here).

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