The music round cheat for the Persevere is a big hit from the 80s. No one had a voice like Roland Gift.
It still bangs.
I’m personally pleased that England are NOT in the final. Not from a petty shit-hate point of view, but more for the fact that the pub (the Persevere) will largely be neutral this afternoon, which is usually a better atmosphere.
My only wish for the final this afternoon is that it concludes in normal time. If so then the quiz will go ahead as usual at 6pm.
If it goes to extra time we may have to start a little later, but either way there WILL be a quiz.
Sunday. Both quizzes were jackpots last week so we are down to the basics tonight: £30 available in each joint.
The world cup has started but, as ever, the tournament only really gets interesting in the knockout phases, so you can comfortably ignore shite like Slovakia versus Paraguay.
Tonight’s cheat music is misery-makers supreme Radiohead. To hear their individual brand of woe, click on the vid below.
If you’d like to extend the pain, someone has put the osng on youtube at 800% slower. Naturally, it’s been viewed over half a million times:
Listening to Radiohead at one eighth of the speed is very Sunday. It’s like the old days when I used to go to church (as a child) and then you’d come home and it was still the morning and you felt like life was going to last forever, not in a good way.
This is the eighties of course, way before instant entertainment. If you did dare to switch the telly on the very best it would get would be Little House on The Prairie but after that it would just be endless Harry Secombe, Landward, Judith Chalmers, Songs Of Praise, Cliff MIchelmore, Ski Sunday, Horse of the Year Show, Michael Aspel.
Also, BBC 2 in those days would, like a used-up uncle, take several hours nap in the afternoon. It would sometimes look like this:
Nothing ever happened. If you went outside, all the shops would be shut and all that you had to fill your head were thoughts of imminent nuclear destruction by the Soviets (another early-eighties slice of fun)
Dial forward to the era of the super-information highway and you can now have high-def porn, followed by World Cup, followed by buying shite off of ebay. Then get La Favorita to deliver a pizza of your choice.
I guess Radiohead are just trying to recapture the days of nothingness.
Having considered this now for a few minutes, I am more sympathetic to their cause. Especially with the 800% slower thing. Nice.
Sunday. You can march along Princes Street for women’s rights in the afternoon then come to the quiz afterwards and win the money, blow those MEN out of the water.
Which men? The men that make up BLUE FOX TUESDAY, who are threatening to win another seasonal championship at the Persevere.
Tonight’s cheat music is Julian Cope (for the Tolbooth Tavern) with an interesting take on suicide bombers. It’s titled: ‘All The Blowing-Themselves-Up Motherfuckers (Will Realise The Minute They Die That They Were Suckers)‘.
No official video as Cope in a not a bankrolled mega-artist, but someone has put the song to some footage from Afghanistan. Here’s a non-reality version if you would like to hear the song but avoid the gore:
If you ARE actually a suicide bomber, then don’t. All you do is kill people and make a mess. Everyone is sad and nothing gets fixed.
Come to the quiz instead and win booze and money! Everyone is happy and all problems are solved.
Hey. It’s Sunday and, as I type, the weather is good. Take advantage, go outside for a while.
Then when you realise how tedious outside can be (nowhere to buy beer, nowhere to politely piss) then come back inside to the pub where everyone is your friend and you can get food and booze and win the quiz.
Here is a clip from the music round at the Tolbooth tonight:
Just like the Wizard of Oz, the video begins in black and white and then dramatically leaps into colour just as it gets to the good bit.
The good bit in the Wizard of Oz is where Dorothy travels to Oz and kills the witch and meets the Munchkins and literally everything goes completely bananas.
In the Westlife video, the “good bit” is just the chorus. 1939 > 2001
I mean, it’s a decent enough song. It’s the sort of thing that would have easily won Eurovision in 1995.
I’ve started properly listening to Eurovision songs for next month. The criticism of this year’s Iceland entry is that it sounds like a winner from the 1990s. It is predicted to fail to qualify from the semis.
My favourite so far is Greece or France or Cyprus or Moldova. Not sure yet – will need a few more listens. I’ll keep you updated because I know you care, deeply.
You’ll recognise the cheat-music clip from the Persevere music round tonight. It’s a 1991 super-classic:
Mental. Not as mental as anyone who bothered visiting Hampden the other night to witness the most inevitable 0-1 home defeat of all time.
I don’t even know why this is in my head. I’ve found it harder and harder and harder to give hoot what Scotland is doing in football as the years wear on. What’s that? 20 years ago now since France 98. Le sigh.