Trivia, skiing and Eesti-ma
A portion of the time was spent catching up with some of the lads from the glorious B&G days of nabbing the bus, pseudo-legal poker games in the Redback lounge and plenty of fresh air. An axis of sophistry was created to deliver some beach justice to the local clubs' trivia nights and first up was Turner Bowls Club and their crazy ways.
The questions were fairly rubbish: take the 'Music' round - not a single note from before 1970 which blocked my 170 JS Bach CDs from coming to the party. Furthermore: 'In which country is the following resort?' [Thus followed a picture of that WORLD resort which looks like.... the world, and is in Dubai. Thus the answer is, as all cricket world cup qualifying enthusiasts {and perhaps others} should know, is The United Arab Emirates.] We, along with other hard working citizens, were marked incorrect for that question, the answer being, apparently, DUBAI. That is right up there with Perth being the capital of WEST Australia. Classic.
There was a bonus round though - all 3 questions correct = $350 cash money.
1) Prior to the introduction of mercury, what type of alcohol was used in thermometers in Europe in the 16th century?
2) In what year was the Eureka Stockade Rebellion?
3) In which sport would you find 5 pieces of wood at the end of a chain?
Ross destructed the middle order, I nabbed the final one, but the first one eluded us and also our chance for riches. The group, thus disappointed, thought that a trip to the casino will lighten our moods: how wrong we were. But the other point to come out of the evening was an invitation to an upcoming trip to the snow, on which I will not dwell very long.
I was not troubled by the snow, but that was all the positivity I could take out of it. And the good times, there were a few of those. Dicing with death re chains for the tyres, and explaining to Will that he needed to hedge some of the cost, for one. But all the Cod Liver Oil in Christendom could not make my knees supple enough to avoid excruciating pain whene'er I fell down, which was more frequently than the spills and thrills of a Laurel ad Hardy Movie. So, skiing and I settled out of court and are now both living happier and more enriching lives.
Lastly I introduced a new continent to the wonders of Estonia's national Liquere: Vana Tallinn, which was become known as Eesti-ma down South, for reasons of mavericity explained in earlier entries. Also the hard man's drink of choice (as voted by Hardy McHardMan Magizine), the 80% Estonian Vodka, went down a treat, and fortunately didn't come up again.
The questions were fairly rubbish: take the 'Music' round - not a single note from before 1970 which blocked my 170 JS Bach CDs from coming to the party. Furthermore: 'In which country is the following resort?' [Thus followed a picture of that WORLD resort which looks like.... the world, and is in Dubai. Thus the answer is, as all cricket world cup qualifying enthusiasts {and perhaps others} should know, is The United Arab Emirates.] We, along with other hard working citizens, were marked incorrect for that question, the answer being, apparently, DUBAI. That is right up there with Perth being the capital of WEST Australia. Classic.
There was a bonus round though - all 3 questions correct = $350 cash money.
1) Prior to the introduction of mercury, what type of alcohol was used in thermometers in Europe in the 16th century?
2) In what year was the Eureka Stockade Rebellion?
3) In which sport would you find 5 pieces of wood at the end of a chain?
Ross destructed the middle order, I nabbed the final one, but the first one eluded us and also our chance for riches. The group, thus disappointed, thought that a trip to the casino will lighten our moods: how wrong we were. But the other point to come out of the evening was an invitation to an upcoming trip to the snow, on which I will not dwell very long.
I was not troubled by the snow, but that was all the positivity I could take out of it. And the good times, there were a few of those. Dicing with death re chains for the tyres, and explaining to Will that he needed to hedge some of the cost, for one. But all the Cod Liver Oil in Christendom could not make my knees supple enough to avoid excruciating pain whene'er I fell down, which was more frequently than the spills and thrills of a Laurel ad Hardy Movie. So, skiing and I settled out of court and are now both living happier and more enriching lives.
Lastly I introduced a new continent to the wonders of Estonia's national Liquere: Vana Tallinn, which was become known as Eesti-ma down South, for reasons of mavericity explained in earlier entries. Also the hard man's drink of choice (as voted by Hardy McHardMan Magizine), the 80% Estonian Vodka, went down a treat, and fortunately didn't come up again.
posted by Tim Trudgian | 2:42 pm
3 Comments:
Glad to see my visit rated a mention! :P
Ogre
Perhaps it was the snow-chain debacle, perhaps it was everyone going soft by lunch, perhaps it was the distinct possiblity of talking shop with the Colonel after every hairpin but something about that day just left me feeling unsatisfied - like an unfinished bottle of warm mid-strength VB.
This is great info to know.
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