I was more than a little disappointed last night as I sat and watched another pair miss out on the elusive bumper Pointless jackpot last night. It was frustrating enough to have a “pointless” answer in the final category of post-war US Presidential running mates (Walter Mondale), but when your application to be on the show has been ignored in favour of seemingly hundreds of others and a significant (if not perhaps completely life-changing... although on second thoughts...) cash sum remains unclaimed when it could have found a perfectly decent home in my bank account... well it wasn’t the happiest I’ve ever felt.
By the time the last question was posed, Elaine was sitting in front of the computer, crushing candy as is her current gaming addiction. She was so engrossed in the game that she totally blanked my requests for some sort of acknowledgement of my top drawer answer... no need to switch on the central heating love, the laptop’s warming up the whole bloody room very nicely thanks.
I rang my father... he would have won too (Bob Dole) and we consoled ourselves in the fact that we’d given a couple of decent answers, even if the ladies in our respective lives were otherwise distracted (or simply not very interested!).
It is certainly not to my credit that I have read virtually no works of classic fiction... but I have always immersed myself in facts, figures and all sorts of trivia in the hope that one day, a quiz show would be created that would offer the ideal avenue for me to pour out some of the rubbish that I have accumulated during my forty... ahem... and a bit years and maybe even win a bob or two...
Well the show does exist, but getting on it appears to be a bridge too far (written by Cornelius Ryan...), so I suppose I will simply just have to carry on answering from the comfort of my living room - although given my “face for radio”, it’s perhaps for the best...
All my own work... almost.