So I did a bonus round the other week where you had to think of a list of famous people with birds in their name, something like that.
As usual, the criteria for success in the bonus round include choosing answer that everyone has heard of. Examples here would includes Eagle Eye Cherry and Alan Titchmarsh.
People are always raging when no-one has heard of the thing they’ve written down.
In this case the “legend” that none of us give a flying fuck about is someone named “Steve Swallow”.
“Who the fuck is Steve Swallow?” I asked, not unreasonably.
“You don’t know who Steve Swallow is?” gasped the guy.
“No” I replied succinctly, “Who is he?”
“He’s only like the greatest Jazz Bassist…. ever”
“Right. That’s why no one has heard of him. NEXT!”
To be fair to the guy, I promised I would look Steve Swallow up when I got the chance. This was months ago and I’ve had millions of chances, but now I finally got round to looking him up. It’s pretty fucking unimpressive.
So, if you really have two minutes and 35 seconds spare, here’s Steve Swallow and his jazz bass solo:
How come casino dice game is , effectively, called “shits”?
Gus from team Thelma and Louise was asking me this recently when a question about Craps featured in a double-or-bust round at the Safari Lounge.
Craps traces its roots back to an ancient British dice game called Hazard.
According to Mental Floss, the explanation for the name comes from the time that Hazard was imported to the USA, and the roll of double-one (also known as “snake eyes”) was, for some reason, known in the Louisiana area as “crabs”.
“Crabs” transmuted to “Craps” and eventually became the standard name of the American casino staple. This explanation is also favoured by crapsage.com who attribute the “crabs” call to French sailors.
Meanwhile, Wikipedia’s explanation says that the game’s popularity spread from New Orleans, Louisiana where French influence was heavy and this took it’s French name “crapaud” with it as it spread.
Crapaud means toad and refers to the crouched stance of players as the game was originally played by people squatting in the street. On their honkers, as we used to say.
These are the two stories I’ve found so far. The variability and uncertainty lead me believe that I will not be doing questions on the matter any time soon.
It’s not easy to adequately describe the video in a small number of words for this 1983 classic hit, so I quote from one of the comments on youtube:
"A lovely song about a girl who leaves home to become the head hooker. Only to find herself oppressed in a brothel she calls a love battlefield. She will now have to do the impossible and lead her comrades on a dance off to freedom. Will she succeed? Only her pimp can tell..."
The video is, of course, great. I’d never seen it before but it ticks loads of eighties boxes and is incredibly realistic. I remember the early 1980s and I can tell you kids, life was exactly as portrayed in the video, even in Scotland.
Detail: The donut was a half-pounder and the man 42 years old. His name was Travis. The prize for eating the donut is that you get the donut for free and you get a badge.
Travis was going great guns but halfway through, choked, started thumping the counter of the shop and then turned blue and collapsed. He died right there in front of a crowd that had just been cheering him on.
The article I read does not detail whether the donut shop sent the badge to his family anyway or, more likely, they would deem the challenge incomplete.
There was a team at the Safari Lounge last night called “Ornitorrincos“. what’s that? Turns out this is Spanish for “Platypus”.