If days of the week are characterised by animals then surely Wednesday is the magnificent Eagle, with its wings spread wide and casting a shadow of its greatness across all the other days of the week, from its powerful position in the centre.
Whaddya reckon? Maybe Monday is a clever mouse? Perhaps Saturday is a big stupid lion. Who knows.
Anyway: here’s the music clue for tonight’s quiz at the Brass Monkey. It’s a composition by your old pal Dimitri Shostakovich
Tune! And some nice dancing to go with it. Young love.
Anyway – there’s not much more to be said cos its 1027 and that means Popmaster with Ken Bruce starts in three minutes and I want this posted before I go and get another impressive score just by standing in my kitchen and barking answers at the tranny.
I often get 27 or 30. How’s YOUR popmaster form these days?
Here’s the advertorial.
I sell my utterly hilarious Cunto Cards in case you didn’t know.
You can always buy a deck from me tonight at the quiz and they are also available online.
If you want to try before you buy, the Joker and The Thief AND Brass Monkey on Drummond Street both have packs behind the bar you can borrow.
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: