The Talented Mr. Hound

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We played a flat back four consisting of Robson, myself and Mr Steve Green.
Graham was suffering the effects of female emancipation, Pete was practising with a West End chorus line and Kevster was oiled up and writhing in a pile of DBA clearances. (Author's note: all of the above is TRUE, apart from the bits I made up)

Anyway, back to the quiz. Round 1 was the photos, this time Snooker players.
Robson potted the first nine with no problem but then found himself kissing the pink and staring at the brown on number 10. I still don't know who it was.


Current affairs was the usual nonsense of; which Council is passing legislation allowing a 4 year old to be transgender at school.

Round 3 was 'Lahndan'.
Colour of the Bakerloo line  = Brahn
Oldest Professional football team in Lahndan = Fullem
District named after a medieval hunting  cry = Soho ( not Tooting as we thought)

Connections round was split into 2 lots of 4: Baker, Butcher, Plumber(sic) Goldsmith. .... Cohen, Moore, Peters, Wilson.  Not too difficult I'm sure you'll agree.

Bonus questions were tricksy, I just remembered in time the mulberry bush being the favourite food of silkworms but we fell down on the obverse question. Lepidopterist was dispatched with ease.

There then followed the round where the last letter gives the first letter of the next question. The only interesting thing here was Pristina giving us the Baltimore Oriels

Jeopardy and Robson declared our strategy to be "balls deep or nothing". This approach saw Steve pull out Dan Dare being the enemy of the Mekon but we then threw it away with the question about midnight toast tossing (Rocky Horror apparently - quite glad we didn't know that). Colin Farrell was in Boyzone as well, not Westlife.

The final scores came in true Theo style as 120, 122, 124 with the Hound tumescent with glory.

There then followed a strange taxi drive home. Innocently,  upon entering the taxi I assumed our driver to be of French Colonial descent so greeted him with a friendly "comment allez vous?" This seemed to be taken as some sort of voodoo hex. After dropping Steve and Robson at Purley station I asked him to take me to Cliff End and this was greeted as if I'd asked him to come round and slaughter some chickens. After lots of nervous laughter and sideways glances he finally dropped me home at which point he got out of the car and kissed the road. Very strange.