Aftermath
The Chairman and Last Night's QM's report
All
The results of last night's play-off games
At the Priory Arms:
Allsorts 51 Kevin Ashman 24, Gavin Fuller 14, Paul Webbewood 11
BHs 47 That Quiz Guy 15, Jesse Honey 13, Sean Carey 11
At the Hand & Shears:
Aldersgate 46 Tom Dineen 15, Tony Allen 14, Paul Spencer-Thompson 12
Waterloo Sunset 40 Bob Jones 14, Ann Kelly 13, Ray Ward 10
So congratulations to Allsorts, winners for the fourth year running and the sixth time in all, and to Aldersgate for achieving promotion in their first season. And commiserations to BHs and Waterloo Sunset for their excellent but ultimately unsuccessful efforts - there is always next season!
Stainer's report
Dear all,
BHs came agonisingly close last night in their play-off v. Allsorts but ultimately lost the game, and with it the title, 51-47(I think). Allsorts, who had made two changes from the team that lost the last game of the regular season, led narrowly for much of the game but BH never let up the pressure, not least in the penultimate round which we won 8-4 to bring the deficit back to a point. However a lack of horse racing knowledge on round eight cost us dear and Allsorts, for whom Kevin Ashman scored a marvellous 25 points, ended up triumphant. In the excitement I once again didn't make a note of individual scores, but I think the O-Bomb top-scored with 15, Sean and Jesse got something like 12 apiece and Ian got 8. Well done all.
Thanks to everyone for their parts, small and large, this season. Even after our very convincing promotion last season I did not imagine we would come so close to the Div I title this season. However, we've consistently played excellently and thanks to everyone who has played a part in that.
My e-mail to Moby
"no. we lost by four points. aaarggghhhh. They brought in Paul Webbewood, we lost bonus points on french regions, jockeys and Bernard Levin nicknames. aaaaarggghhh."
My tuppence
As a band called Tram, that have nothing to do with West Side Story: "It wasn't meant to be/Now we can get on with our own lives". Another league season gone and we have made huge strides, but strides that were not quite substantial enough to dethrone reigning London trivia kings, the Allsorts. The match was tight and a tad scrappy, but we didn't do too badly. After all, we scored 47 points. The problem is they scored 51. They had brought in some big guns such as Mastermind finalist Paul Webbewood to get more two-pointers and it was enough to keep us out of it all the way. Unfortunately, our scant knowledge of jockeys, French regions and Bernard Levin nicknames for politicians cost us dear, or more truthfully, six vital points difference. And I should have gone for my two-pointer on shinty scoring. And I remember watching the elusively named Ruby Walsh ride Hedgehunter to win the Grand National in a Canadian-themed bar. Little did I realise that watching it more closely might have saved the BHs two points in a crucial, title-deciding match, though I was quite lagered too. But then life is like that: it always whacks you in the face with a big, wet, cold fish when you are least expecting it. Horse racing has always been a killer for us, just like mechanical engineering, old radio shows and car manufacturers.
To show you just how conscientious we are, we stayed behind for half-an-hour to discuss our weaknesses in our .... Season Review. Coincidentally we found these (aforementioned) areas to be the exact same ones that have succeeded, time and time again, in surgically boring our arses off. Wine, flowers, birds, how could these be interesting in a sane world full of delightful conversation and fascinating facts? Since we don't live in a world tainted by something so sensible as sanity we have decided to formulate a weakness-killing plan by doing some specific top secret preparation. It will be all worth it when we crush all the opposition and reign like despotic emperors. Mwah-ha-ha-ha. I saw a friend of mine a minute ago in Victoria station. He was peddling a box full of crap (tapes for the TV show It's Me or the Dog! ... he is a runner/gimp) and he said: "You're looking really healthy". What the hell does that mean, I wonder? What has that got to do with the QLL? No idea, but it may just mean something. Healthy on the outside, rotten black on the inside. My aura needs cleansing. And no, we didn't cut our bellies open and beg for the forgiveness of the occupant of the Chrysanthemum Throne. We shook hands in that odd end of match tangle and almost all fell over. Like eight buffoonish-looking dominoes. Yet. Lest I forget. I give my hearty congratulations to Allsorts. For them it was a job very well done, and they deserved the victory.
Next up: the All-London Cup. We have a 14-point handicap to overcome against Telstars. It's gonna be close, my friends. Very close.
All
The results of last night's play-off games
At the Priory Arms:
Allsorts 51 Kevin Ashman 24, Gavin Fuller 14, Paul Webbewood 11
BHs 47 That Quiz Guy 15, Jesse Honey 13, Sean Carey 11
At the Hand & Shears:
Aldersgate 46 Tom Dineen 15, Tony Allen 14, Paul Spencer-Thompson 12
Waterloo Sunset 40 Bob Jones 14, Ann Kelly 13, Ray Ward 10
So congratulations to Allsorts, winners for the fourth year running and the sixth time in all, and to Aldersgate for achieving promotion in their first season. And commiserations to BHs and Waterloo Sunset for their excellent but ultimately unsuccessful efforts - there is always next season!
Stainer's report
Dear all,
BHs came agonisingly close last night in their play-off v. Allsorts but ultimately lost the game, and with it the title, 51-47(I think). Allsorts, who had made two changes from the team that lost the last game of the regular season, led narrowly for much of the game but BH never let up the pressure, not least in the penultimate round which we won 8-4 to bring the deficit back to a point. However a lack of horse racing knowledge on round eight cost us dear and Allsorts, for whom Kevin Ashman scored a marvellous 25 points, ended up triumphant. In the excitement I once again didn't make a note of individual scores, but I think the O-Bomb top-scored with 15, Sean and Jesse got something like 12 apiece and Ian got 8. Well done all.
Thanks to everyone for their parts, small and large, this season. Even after our very convincing promotion last season I did not imagine we would come so close to the Div I title this season. However, we've consistently played excellently and thanks to everyone who has played a part in that.
My e-mail to Moby
"no. we lost by four points. aaarggghhhh. They brought in Paul Webbewood, we lost bonus points on french regions, jockeys and Bernard Levin nicknames. aaaaarggghhh."
My tuppence
As a band called Tram, that have nothing to do with West Side Story: "It wasn't meant to be/Now we can get on with our own lives". Another league season gone and we have made huge strides, but strides that were not quite substantial enough to dethrone reigning London trivia kings, the Allsorts. The match was tight and a tad scrappy, but we didn't do too badly. After all, we scored 47 points. The problem is they scored 51. They had brought in some big guns such as Mastermind finalist Paul Webbewood to get more two-pointers and it was enough to keep us out of it all the way. Unfortunately, our scant knowledge of jockeys, French regions and Bernard Levin nicknames for politicians cost us dear, or more truthfully, six vital points difference. And I should have gone for my two-pointer on shinty scoring. And I remember watching the elusively named Ruby Walsh ride Hedgehunter to win the Grand National in a Canadian-themed bar. Little did I realise that watching it more closely might have saved the BHs two points in a crucial, title-deciding match, though I was quite lagered too. But then life is like that: it always whacks you in the face with a big, wet, cold fish when you are least expecting it. Horse racing has always been a killer for us, just like mechanical engineering, old radio shows and car manufacturers.
To show you just how conscientious we are, we stayed behind for half-an-hour to discuss our weaknesses in our .... Season Review. Coincidentally we found these (aforementioned) areas to be the exact same ones that have succeeded, time and time again, in surgically boring our arses off. Wine, flowers, birds, how could these be interesting in a sane world full of delightful conversation and fascinating facts? Since we don't live in a world tainted by something so sensible as sanity we have decided to formulate a weakness-killing plan by doing some specific top secret preparation. It will be all worth it when we crush all the opposition and reign like despotic emperors. Mwah-ha-ha-ha. I saw a friend of mine a minute ago in Victoria station. He was peddling a box full of crap (tapes for the TV show It's Me or the Dog! ... he is a runner/gimp) and he said: "You're looking really healthy". What the hell does that mean, I wonder? What has that got to do with the QLL? No idea, but it may just mean something. Healthy on the outside, rotten black on the inside. My aura needs cleansing. And no, we didn't cut our bellies open and beg for the forgiveness of the occupant of the Chrysanthemum Throne. We shook hands in that odd end of match tangle and almost all fell over. Like eight buffoonish-looking dominoes. Yet. Lest I forget. I give my hearty congratulations to Allsorts. For them it was a job very well done, and they deserved the victory.
Next up: the All-London Cup. We have a 14-point handicap to overcome against Telstars. It's gonna be close, my friends. Very close.
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