It's a hole in one!
Sep. 23rd, 2006 04:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Yesterday was a very annoying day and, just to round it off to perfection, we had a late night phone call from a couple of friends asking if we fancied resurrecting our Quiz Team quartet with them. The short and honest answer is no. Unfortunately, they're difficult to argue with because logic has little meaning for them:
Me: "I thought you said 'Never, ever again as long as we live' after that night at the village hall?"
Him: "Yes, but time's passed and we were remembering the good times last night, and all the laughs we had."
Me: "Remind me of some of those laughs? Aren't we the team who always came fourth, there was only ever three prizes, and you two nearly had to go for marriage guidance counselling after the last one?"
Him: "Yes, but it was funny when you won the two top prizes in the raffle in the one at the police club, they asked you to pick the next ticket and you drew yourself out again!"
Me: "Oh, yes, that one. Wasn't that the one where your wife had an argument with the quiz master over the answer to a question? Along with me appearing to have fixed the raffle in a room full of irate policemen. I really enjoyed that."
Him: "And that last quiz was ever so funny, especially when you couldn't remember which number Privet Drive Harry Potter lived at!"
Me: "I couldn't think above the sound of parents ringing their kids on mobiles to ask. Besides, wasn't it you who attempted to lynch the vicar for allowing everyone to cheat, and called him a very rude name?"
Him: "Yes, but he's left now so we've got a new one who doesn't know us..."
Apparently we've got a couple of weeks to think of ways to get out of this, and I'm currently favouring a contagious illness. It's not that they're not fun, in the way that an evening of extreme pressure where you sweat like mad in case you can't answer your specialist subject is (mine are films, books, history, sport, TV, and what number Harry Potter lives at), but our friends are very clever AND very competitive. It's a deadly combination. Plus we always come fourth.
Then there's the golf. Yes, it's Ryder Cup time, and as my best mate's ex-husband is a golf fanatic, and we all got dragged round a few golf tournaments at one time we watch it. (They didn't split up because of the golf obsession, but I don't think it helped as he didn't notice a few things. Like her boyfriend). And we keep getting excited, hysterical phone calls from him. "Did you see the three iron Westwood just played?! Did you see the fade from left to right?! What a drive by Montgomery as well!"
Meanwhile, I've worked out it's all down to the clothes. Who dresses this lot? (And I'd like to dress Paul Casey;)) It's quite obvious Tiger Woods can't play in green or blue so why put him in it? (Though as a Brit, I should be grateful). They've put our lot in stripes, which is hard on the eyes, but when it rains it's a master-stroke as they're a complete blur, which must really confuse the poor Americans when they stand by the hole. Yesterday, they had David Tennant-like little brown jumpers, so it was obvious from the moment they appeared that they were going to win. The result of the singles tomorrow really hinges on who has the best fashion sense. ;)
And in amongst all this, I'm trying to write. So get ready for the first ever R/T golf fic, although I do fancy doing The Order Quiz Night... ;)
Me: "I thought you said 'Never, ever again as long as we live' after that night at the village hall?"
Him: "Yes, but time's passed and we were remembering the good times last night, and all the laughs we had."
Me: "Remind me of some of those laughs? Aren't we the team who always came fourth, there was only ever three prizes, and you two nearly had to go for marriage guidance counselling after the last one?"
Him: "Yes, but it was funny when you won the two top prizes in the raffle in the one at the police club, they asked you to pick the next ticket and you drew yourself out again!"
Me: "Oh, yes, that one. Wasn't that the one where your wife had an argument with the quiz master over the answer to a question? Along with me appearing to have fixed the raffle in a room full of irate policemen. I really enjoyed that."
Him: "And that last quiz was ever so funny, especially when you couldn't remember which number Privet Drive Harry Potter lived at!"
Me: "I couldn't think above the sound of parents ringing their kids on mobiles to ask. Besides, wasn't it you who attempted to lynch the vicar for allowing everyone to cheat, and called him a very rude name?"
Him: "Yes, but he's left now so we've got a new one who doesn't know us..."
Apparently we've got a couple of weeks to think of ways to get out of this, and I'm currently favouring a contagious illness. It's not that they're not fun, in the way that an evening of extreme pressure where you sweat like mad in case you can't answer your specialist subject is (mine are films, books, history, sport, TV, and what number Harry Potter lives at), but our friends are very clever AND very competitive. It's a deadly combination. Plus we always come fourth.
Then there's the golf. Yes, it's Ryder Cup time, and as my best mate's ex-husband is a golf fanatic, and we all got dragged round a few golf tournaments at one time we watch it. (They didn't split up because of the golf obsession, but I don't think it helped as he didn't notice a few things. Like her boyfriend). And we keep getting excited, hysterical phone calls from him. "Did you see the three iron Westwood just played?! Did you see the fade from left to right?! What a drive by Montgomery as well!"
Meanwhile, I've worked out it's all down to the clothes. Who dresses this lot? (And I'd like to dress Paul Casey;)) It's quite obvious Tiger Woods can't play in green or blue so why put him in it? (Though as a Brit, I should be grateful). They've put our lot in stripes, which is hard on the eyes, but when it rains it's a master-stroke as they're a complete blur, which must really confuse the poor Americans when they stand by the hole. Yesterday, they had David Tennant-like little brown jumpers, so it was obvious from the moment they appeared that they were going to win. The result of the singles tomorrow really hinges on who has the best fashion sense. ;)
And in amongst all this, I'm trying to write. So get ready for the first ever R/T golf fic, although I do fancy doing The Order Quiz Night... ;)
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Date: 2006-09-23 05:39 pm (UTC)Have written a paragraph of The Order Quiz Night while I thought of it. Can we work that in as well? LOL
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Date: 2006-09-23 06:54 pm (UTC)No wonder we've been working on this since may. Look what I'm working with, and all these tangents! ;)
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Date: 2006-09-23 06:12 pm (UTC)Along with me appearing to have fixed the raffle in a room full of irate policemen.
That's an amusing picture - what in the world was being raffled?
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Date: 2006-09-23 06:51 pm (UTC)Drink and boxes of chocolates mainly, plus a few daft things. I won both bottles of scotch and the brandy, leaving the other sixty or so people to fight over the cheap wine and bottles of pop. There wasn't much clapping by the third one, and a lot of under the breath mutters... ;)
As for a golf fic - it could be survival of the fittest if Tonks was let loose!
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Date: 2006-09-23 09:22 pm (UTC)ROFLMAO. Oh, I weep. But it's so true... So much for tortillas, I say.
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Date: 2006-09-25 12:28 pm (UTC)Have actually jotted down a couple of pages of pure insanity (it's amazing how I can multi-task while watching golf). I don't know if it will ever be fit to see the light of day, but I thought the Order might have a quiz night to cheer Sirius up, Snape and Remus would find themselves as insanely competitive opposing captains, and Mad-Eye would resemble a sergeant-major type quiz master who I once had the pleasure of meeting. Dung is a completely useless member of someone's team, so all it does lack is the goat, LOL.
Are you feeling better and can you speak again?
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Date: 2006-09-25 12:53 pm (UTC)Are you feeling better and can you speak again?
Er, no. Have developed quite an impressive fever, so please excuse any delusional ramblings. Currently I'm at more of a breathy croak voice wise. I can get a sentence out, but then I have to have a coughing fit to make up for it. Had no sleep at all last night, and just fell asleep at my computer. To make matters worse, I had a 'romantic' dream about Jeremy Clarkson, of all people. Thank you, brain. Way to kick a girl when she's down.
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Date: 2006-09-25 01:36 pm (UTC)It's The Defence Against The Dark Arts Round where it's nearly a fight to the death. ;) But I'm quite taken with a Miscellaneous Mad-Eye round on obscure poisons, and which wounds prove fatal...
Had no sleep at all last night, and just fell asleep at my computer. To make matters worse, I had a 'romantic' dream about Jeremy Clarkson, of all people.
Sounds like you have the Coughing/Flu like Thing which did the rounds here last month and is horrible. But Jeremy Carkson? That's got to be a sign you're very unwell and should be taking it easy. Get better. :)
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Date: 2006-09-25 04:29 pm (UTC)Clearly I'm deranged, and even though I know the Clarkson thing was probably because last night I was reading something he wrote about Richard Hammond, it's no excuse for my twisted brain to have us end up on a kitchen table....
But I'm quite taken with a Miscellaneous Mad-Eye round on obscure poisons, and which wounds prove fatal...
Could be a whole new twist on the sudden death round if there's two teams tied in first place....
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:00 pm (UTC)Snape trading Dung for a satsuma is priceless. Surely he'll bargain to try and get Tonks on his team, though? Though be careful -- if he calls her Nymphadora, you might get reviews telling you to be careful, lest you suggest Snape have Tonks lust.
And we all know you wouldn't want that ;). Snape would, of course, pick Tonks just to spite Remus, and Remus would get narked but try not to show it. Then he'd take his frustration out of Dung and tell him he wishes he'd stuck with the satsuma....
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:26 pm (UTC)I'm thinking of referring to her as Nymphie throughout all this, to avoid all possible name difficulties. I know that's a firm favourite amongst many, and it'll be interesting to see if I can type it without grinding my teeth at the same time.
You're still Crookshanked? No improvement? You really need DT brought forward to tonight, I think, though it will doubtless cause more brow-mopping.
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Date: 2006-09-26 01:32 pm (UTC)You're still Crookshanked? No improvement? You really need DT brought forward to tonight, I think, though it will doubtless cause more brow-mopping.
Would love some DT distraction today - see if I can push my temperature past boiling point ;). Am feeling slightly more chipper today, although I think that might be because the new drugs The Boyfriend bought me this morning have caffeine in them, and I don't normally do caffeine, rather than me having improved. Had a massive coughing fit at around 3am and couldn't get back to sleep, which at least staved off my feverish, delerious dreams about inappropriate TV presenters....
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Date: 2006-09-26 05:02 pm (UTC)There's something about that image that appeals far too much to me, and I haven't got the excuse of a temperature. I'm thinking of having a Cookery Round as Snape has Molly on his side, and I thought that would make Remus even grumpier. But I've realised I haven't got a name for Snape's team so suggestions are welcome - the other members being Kingsley and Hestia to make up an unlikely foursome.
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Date: 2006-09-26 09:40 pm (UTC)Hmmm.... What would Snape call his team? I'm tempted to think he'd go for something traditional - take one look at his team and christen them Norfolk'n'Chance.... Or if he's a bit more into it, Severus and the Three Orderteers? Snape's Super Scarab-beetles?
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Date: 2006-09-26 10:22 pm (UTC)Next time I suggest a cookery round, remind me it means I have to know something about the subject as well to make up the questions. I should have done golf.
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Date: 2006-09-26 10:44 pm (UTC)I find making up questions of any kind really hard - a couple of years in a row I compiled a crossword for something at work, and it used to take me days to come up with two dozen clues, regardless of the fact that it was themed around my specialist subject. In fact, I think that made it harder, because as well as coming up with the approprate questions, I was second guessing whether they were too easy or not.
Obviously if you want any 'which ingredients turn wheat-free pastry into a glue-like substance that sticks to everything' questions, I'm your girl ;).
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Date: 2006-09-27 09:54 am (UTC)I'm thinking it might be amusing if he just refuses point blank to explain why he's called his team that, and Sirius is much more interested in speculating about this than answering any questions for his side...
In fact, I think that made it harder, because as well as coming up with the approprate questions, I was second guessing whether they were too easy or not.
I think it's starting with the answers that's the problem for me, and working backwards to the question while, yes, second guessing if this is too obvious, ludicrous or Jamie Oliver is reading and having a fit. Perhaps I should just watch QI this week and nick their questions because, again, possibly only you, me and Alan Davies will know.
Obviously if you want any 'which ingredients turn wheat-free pastry into a glue-like substance that sticks to everything' questions, I'm your girl ;)
Don't think I haven't considered a food intolerance round, which would be much simpler, and nobody would be able to tell me I'm wrong. Plus Tonks revealing she is the only dairy-free Metamorphmagus in existance, could be a great romantic moment for her and our wheat-free werewolf. ;)
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Date: 2006-09-27 08:06 pm (UTC)Plus Tonks revealing she is the only dairy-free Metamorphmagus in existance, could be a great romantic moment for her and our wheat-free werewolf.
Shame they won't get a chance to eat that stilton sandwich in Up All Night. Not the way to get a first date off to a great start, Remus accidentally feeding her something she's intolerant to, her not wanting to say anything and spending the rest of the night in the lav.