Posted on Thursday, April 12, 2012
in Arty Farty, Family, Jobs, Little known facts, Music
Yet more apologies for being so anti-social. I don’t mean to neglect this writing lark, it’s just that two months goes by awful fast. As do six months, and twelve. I wouldn’t know where to start in my descripshuns to you of the minutiae of it all, so I have just brief highlights for you.
I organized a table quiz! We made about twelve hundred quid which brought us nicely up to the halfway mark of the final €10,000 we need to raise for the school. Sweet. It was an excellent night, a spurious friend of The Accidental Terrorist saved the day by acting as compere when the usual dude chucked a sickie at the last minute, so I’m hoping this redeems me from random committee scattyness to come.
Some of my questions were;
Olympus Mons is the largest volcano known to man. Where is it?
Which country has a birth rate of zero?
Who was the first Bond Girl?
How many Oscars has Alfred Hitchcock won?
What is the only Olympic sport that has a finish line that no competitor will ever cross?
How many grooves are on one side of an LP record?
Which Irish Saint is said to have discovered America a thousand years before Columbus?
Which is the non-contagious disease that is most common in the world?
What is Borborygmus?
What does the circle in the centre of the Celtic cross represent?
I made a dingbats round, a caricatures round and a lyrics round. The latter backfired on me totally.
Someone on the committee (a pox on her!) decided it would be good craic if I sang the lyrics, so sing them I did. As embarrassing as it was, it was amazing how easy it is to spark a song in collective people. There was Whiskey in the Jar, Frank Sinatra, and Parklife (John’s got brewer’s droop, he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons) and this one bloke even lept into the air when I sang ‘Her name was Magil and she called herself Lil… But everyone knew her as Nancy‘ and carried on with ‘Daniel was hot, he drew the first shot, and Rocky collapsed in the corner-errrrrr!‘ ‘Twas awful funny. I should have given him the mike in hindsight, dammit. His name was Dan. Figures!
Apart from that, there are Nazi Zombies (as usual), various knitting projects, yoga(!), disciplinarianism with terrible two year old, cupcake practice for communionisms, and many many sleepless nights.
There have been the throwing away of old things:
And restoration of old things.
I wonder is there money to be made in photo restoration? I need a job. Still. Ugh.
I hope you’re all suckin’ diesel out there?
PS. Here are the answers (not necessarily in order, heheh): Mars, Vatican City, Ursula Andress, None, Swimming, 1, Saint Brendan, Tooth Decay, The sound of a rumbling stomach, The Sun.