Oh, that shot … that one really was accidental. As you can tell from the way it’s got an overexposed view of my thumb, plus a dim, fuzzy look at Eva’s ankles.
It might have to go in my personal photo gallery, along with such classics as “Francesca apparently sitting in a cloud of green fog”, “Blurry shot of Fierra’s chin” and “Two fuzzy black dots in the middle distance that might be Francesca and Anahita”.
I managed to dash back to Kings Cross to make it in time for the train home.
A mere 8.75 hours later and off it went!
Not wanting to loiter in the notorious KK area I did manage to find a trestle table that was against the wall of a shop window, and since this was obscured by empty milk crates it left a nice hidey hole underneath.
A few boxes and plastic pallet wrap and cardboard city here I come!Can’t see what all the fuss is about with those concrete and brick things.
Some additional post-quiz commentary:
Unaccustomed as I am to speaking in public, I nevertheless managed (to quote the Goons) “to rule with an iron fist, then with a wooden foot, and finally with a piece of string.” My sense of what was going to be difficult and what was going to be easy once again proved to be completely inaccurate, as most of the questions I thought everyone would get weren’t got, and vice versa. This proved most evident in the final round, where both teams buggered up the first section (including the match moving thing, which I thought was ancient and well-known) but aced the second part, which I thought would flummox those well in their cups.
For the avoidance of doubt, I did give five points to the affected team for each of those instances in which I forgot (in all the excitement) to pass over the questions. 'Twas only fair, methought. This probably benefited Angua’s team more by a marginal amount, FWIW.
And some awards:
Best Wrong Answer (Individual Category) goes to TwistofFate for “That’s like crucifying chickens.” So close, and yet so disturbing.
Best Wrong Answer (Team Effort) goes to whichever team it was that came up with “Clamden Town” (I can’t remember). Brilliant, but wrong.
Best Challenge to the Quizmaster goes without question to paulberserker, who deserves something just for the sheer vehemence of it. “Calm down, dear; it’s just a pub quiz!”
Worst Justification for a Wrong Answer goes to Angua for “But they’re not really cubes!”. It never pays to be too clever.
Best Attempted Bribe: Angua again. I repeat: yummy cookies. And the baked goods weren’t bad either. 
That was my team. 
Well, they weren’t. Not even in perspective. They were blatantly cuboid. The question was flawed! 
Thank you. On both accounts.
I shan’t mention anything about the shear underhandedness of Fran’s team’s attempted bribe, which included, as I recall, offers of a distinctly lewd nature.
I begin to see the necessity for the SDMB Dopefest disclaimer above.
Meanwhile …
The drawback with this suggestion is that it usually requires wild horses to get me to sing. Not least because my singing voice has been known to terrify wild horses into timid docility.
Otherwise, you’re going to have to resort to blackmail via incriminating photos, or something.
OK, officially posting from lovely, quaint Middle of Nowhere, Kent, trying to mouse right-handed (I’m a lefty in more ways than one) on a keyboard with a semi-functional space bar, soplease bear with the typos…
And (hint!) a shoulder rub goes a long way with me. That’s why I put up with Igor the Schmuck for 4+ years.
4. Where are the photos? My friends here think I made the whole thing up! I’m trying to convince them that truth is stranger than fiction. Plus I’m bored and have to stay off my feet for a couple of days…the NHS (which has treated me wonderfully, by the way) seems to think I’ve got plantar fascitis, which is almost the last thing one needs on vacation. Oh well; at least I hadn’t planned on any mountain hikes.
However, the entire converting to Islam and having multiple (actually I think its five) wives is contingent on a couple of things. Firstly, the man has to be able to treat each of his wives equally, for everything. Secondly, all the other wives have to agree unanimously if the bloke wants to take another wife. Most of the time, the blokes give up!
Eva - it may have something to do with it. However, I just love baking for the sake of baking anyway…
@Angua - it was me that iced your boobs. I’m well practiced at it 
@Gyrate - thanks for a great quiz; the Christmas round was a cracker! boom boom! Sorry you got saddled with the extra in the restaurant - did you manage to sort that out?
I have, ready-prepared, several Family Fortunes-style quizzes. Anybody fancy one of those for the next Dopefest? It would only have to take half an hour (so could be combined with karaoke) and is certain to provoke argum-cough serious debate. I would make sure to include questions about children’s TV characters, for our manly men Paul and Bibliovore.
My friend liked you enough to stay three hours longer than planned. Even though she and I and Bibliovore spent most of the evening sitting cheek-to-cheek. :rolleyes:
I noticed. You certainly a master-baker. bdum-tsh!
I never got to taste the rugelach, but I have to mention them just so that I have the opportunity to use this smiley: ;j
And I got left out of the list of Doper women. Ian’s never proposed to me, either. I am mortally wounded. Waah!
I’m sure you are. It was very pretty. I seem to recall icing your boobs as well. (Now there’s a visual for those who weren’t there!!)
I think at this point, the age old “No comment” has to be wheeled out!
Aaaww… poor Sam. Have a hug. If its any consolation, I think you’re wonderful.
Well excuse me, Miss da Vinci; next time you can draw the bloody diagrams in Paint.
And don’t think I wasn’t tempted. It was the wicked glee with which ianzin offered up his fellow teammate that was so offputting; I can’t help but envision him now in Huggy Bear-wear.
I’d propose to you, Sam, but the wife’s reading over my shoulder.
I don’t even have Paint installed on my computer. I could use XFig, or GIMP instead.
I’m imagining a big medallion, lots of gold jewelery, sunglasses, etc etc, and talk of his harem…
Gimp?
They named a graphics application GIMP? Well, I guess at least there’s a good chance of it doing what you tell it to …
Yeah, they named an graphics application gimp. It stands for Gnu Image Manipulation Package.
Hey, don’t look at me like that. I didn’t name it.
Hmm. Ah well, it’s understandable, they couldn’t help that acronym, after all, ‘gnu’ is such an obvoious choice of word…
Reminds me of what the Computer Literacy and Information Technology course was first called when I took it years ago. Shame they changed it to include the A, really.
Bwahahaha
gnu, incidentally, stands for gnu’s not Unix. One of these terribly witty computer scientist jokes. haha. shakes head
She’s not just making this up; it really is ‘GIMP’.
I know someone doing CLAIT. I’ll tell her it used to not have the a. I just wish it wasn’t my mother…
Yes, gnu is obvious - what else could stand for ‘gnu’s not unix’ except any other word ending ‘nu’
I did CLAIT. A while ago, but it was CLAIT, as opposed to anything else…
I teach CLAIT. I haven’t told my students about rhe ‘A’ thing though.
(BTW, I can confirm that this isn’t an urban myth - I took the course shortly after it started; the teachers had had to add the ‘A’ in pen and blushed when I asked why. I was innocent back then).
Oh, so now we have an aftermath thread (just when I’ve already posted anything vaguely comprehensible I had to say in the last one).
Chili Con-Carne and, indeed, Bolognese pies are an abomination for which Dopers must not stand(Quorn or otherwise).
I suspect cider has settled in my bloodstream and will be/has been causing errors of judgement on my part for a good few days (either that or I’ve got sunstroke again (probably unlikely as I’ve been indoors)).
And finally I could have sworn Tir played some part in the icing of Angua as for most of the evening I was trapped behind the bench on or in-front of which this sugary sketching was taking place.
Dammit, look at all the fun I missed!
I gots to attend another LonDope, soon.
Or… perhaps… another AmsterDope! How would you lot feel about that possibility?