Hey. It’s a bank holiday tomorrow which means it is more or less your civic duty to go out and get pished to within an inch of your life tonight.
While you’re out pop in to one of the quizzes and win the cash which will serve as sesh-fuel.
Rinse and repeat until you feel the kind of emotions that only guys like Freddie Mercury and Jesus Christ have so far been able to feel. And they’re both dead.
Once you get the feeling, it will be so real you won’t know what to do, rather like Old Mother Hubbard in her shoe.
I’m digressing before I’ve even really got started. Here is the pop video for the Persevere music round cheat info:
It’s Cher Lloyd who I hadn’t really heard of but Wikipedia tells me she rose to fame in 2010 by finishing fourth in the seventh series of X-Factor. I must have been busy at that point.
Snide remarks aside, it’s interesting to see how even the very young can be afflicted by nostalgia.
This is one of the youtube comments on the song:
“I was six when this came out im 11 why those years fly by so fast…”
Really? What a shame for the jaded over-the-hill pre-teen.
Wikipedia also offers vital tattoo information on Lloyd’s body-art choices:
“Lloyd has several different types of tattoos, expressing different emotions, such as an eye on her inner forearm. She has a collection of 21 total tattoos ranging from a cage holding a bird to represent her deceased uncle to the heart in her ring finger as a tribute to her husband Craig.”
Every day is a school day. But what’s the point of school? This question is too complex to be dealt with here. Just come to the quiz.
I had a fairly inconsequential (first round) question last week where I asked for teams to give the four-letter word for the young of a deer.
Answer: Fawn (The additional clue was given by the fact that it was the same-letter round and the letter was F).
However, as I ask the question, one guy pipes up with “What species?”
I reply honestly enough: “I don’t know… a normal deer?”
Later, I asked him what he was talking about. He said that if it’s a red deer then it’s not a fawn, it’s a “calf”.
I asked him how he knew and he said that he used to disembowel them.
“I used to live on Knoydart,” he says, “We used to take them down off the hills and disembowel them. Big ones, and little ones too.”
“Was this for food?”
“Oh, they’re pests, they eat all the trees, and there’s millions of the buggers. There’s no wolves, see?”
So, although there is no strict logical connection between murdering an animal and knowing the technical term for its young, I thought there’s a chance me might know his onions so I head to God (aka Wikipedia) to check out the straight facts.
Wiki gives us this:
"For most types of deer in modern English usage, the male is a buck and the female a doe, but the terms vary with dialect, and according to the size of the species. The male red deer is a stag, while for other large species the male is a bull, the female a cow, as in cattle. In older usage, the male of any species is a hart, especially if over five years old, and the female is a hind, especially if three or more years old.The young of small species is a fawn and of large species a calf; a very small young may be a kid. A castrated male is a havier. A group of any species is a herd. The adjective of relation is cervine; like the family name Cervidae, this is from Latin: cervus, meaning stag or deer."
So there you have it. Blood-handed, wild-eyed, mountain-roaming outdoors type is correct.