As I continue to wallow in
my state of less that one hundred percent fitness as I fight off the side
effects of Man Flu, by rubbing goose fat and barnacles on my chest. That
Wikipedia is full of useful tips from the medical cupboards of wise old Victorian
Housewives and withered gentlemen of the road. I have decided that the lucidity
of my mind is now sharp enough (today anyway) to write something useful on my
blog. O yes some say that it is a lie and that I am still as barking as a mad
grumpy puffin in a seafood restaurant, but what I say to them is . . . . . . .
AH HAHAh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahahahah hah ah ha ha hah Haddock,
Kippers and Fish Pie HA HAHAHAH ha ah h ah ah a ha hah ah ah aahhah ah a. . . .
. . and you cant argue with that.
Last night despite my
frail state and delirious mind I was part of a four person quiz team along with
Mrs Ghost Writer, Mr Charlie and Miss Jane where we were up against thirteen
other teams answering questions on all sorts of stuff. I was given the
opportunity to name our team so I called it . . . Rumpelstiltskin and the
Dormice of Doom. . . I have always thought quiz teams need intimidating names
in order to wrong foot the opposition.
It was an interesting quiz with some very difficult questions but by
half way we found ourselves in second place. After a rather good meal of
Sheppard’s Pie and French bread all inclusive in the modest price of five pound
a head, we leapt into action for part two of the quiz. And at the end found
that we had managed to hang onto second place even though by then I was
insisting that either Elvis or Seagulls or Nutmeg was the answer to every
question. The team that won actually won
by a huge margin, but did have five members so I was able to establish
mathematically that we had actually answered more questions per team member and
so were really the winners.
This morning I was forced
out yet again because I have foolishly volunteered to be a first responder for
the village’s defibrillator, I say foolishly because I would not let me near me
with a device that zaps folk. Anyway today was our training day but the man who
was going to train us did not turn up and now we all have to turn up again
tomorrow. I am not sure I will be able to catch the cat again tomorrow quite so
easily, so that I have something to practice on. There was a local funeral today as well so we
have now missed our opportunity to revive the body….
Once I am fully aware of
my surroundings again I will delve into the world of those big questions that
folk hesitate to ask or answer . . . Things like. . . . Where did all this paranoia
about walking on the cracks in the pavements come from. . . . and. . . Why do cats sit in boxes. . . .
I love a good pub quiz. Although I do find it odd that every pub quiz I have ever been to never has any actual questions about pubs in them!
ReplyDeleteWe used to go to a quiz where the quizmaster would often just shout out the answer because he was in a hurry.
true example: What was the name of John Majors wife?.... by the way, how is your auntie Norma? ...
things like that.
I'll be starting my quiz again soon on site, I might put the questions online so everyone can have a go.
It could be like eggheads, where the campers have to beat the collective knowledge of the RaTs!
I like that quiz idea Mr H . . . . The quiz was in the village hall and was a good laugh or would have been If I was feeling a bit better. This bug refuses to let go and is not doing me any good.
DeleteI had no idea that you could volunteer to go around defibrillating people. Please make sure that people call you "Electro" or "Zap". Also, where do you buy barnacles for medical purposes?
ReplyDeleteHere in Britain we are allowed to Zap folk with defibrillators because we are that sort of nation. Although to be far you are not allowed just to leap on folk walking down the road shopping, they need to be sort of not well.
DeleteYou can buy barnacles for medical purposes at any Shell Garage (filling station or what ever you call them over there) HAH AH HAH ah ha hah ah ha hah ah ah hah h ah ah ah ah ha ha hah ah
I like your idea of winning on a per capita basis. I think I once heard of a chef named Elvis who had a nutmeg infused seaguLL on his menu. And by that I mean he left the window open and a seaguLL flew into his kitchen and ate the nutmeg in a contain while standing on a menu he had accidentaLLy taken from a restaurant.
ReplyDeleteI hope you are back above 1oo% s00n.
I hope to be better soon, but each time I think Ooooo I am getting better I seem to get worse again. It only clicked in my mind today that I am painting the walls of one of the rooms in the house a colour called Nutmeg, so I am hoping it will not attacked by seagulls.
DeleteI wiLL check on nutmeg to see if there is anything interesting, or stingy without intere, about it.
DeleteNutmeg is eXtremely interesting and has sting. One sting is that it is s'pposedly illegal in Saudi Arabia due to possible psychoactive drug use in large quantities. Nutmeg is used in a variety of cuisines.
DeleteIn reverse it sounds like a superhero . . . . Gemtun the mighty. . .protector of the psychoactive
DeleteHah, I am s l o w today, nutmeg/gemtun
DeleteI thought that rubbing goose fat and barnacles on your chest, was a divination ritual whereby the person would then be able to see not only the past, but also the future and into a world borne from chaos and destruction and wretched people bemoaning their lives...oh sorry, that's television. I really do need to stop confusing things,
ReplyDeleteOoh, can you answer the big question of why fingernails get dirty, even when you're not doing anything?
Glad you're feeling a little better Mr Z.
I will ponder fingernails there are many questions not answered about these odd parts of our anatomy.
DeleteI will persevere with the Goose Fat and Barnacles I could do with seeing into the future. I will put my huge lottery win down to this and sit back and watch the price of barnacles rocket.
Not sure I'm better this is Man Flu and I'm a chap.