Goodbye or Au Revoir?
O Team Secretary, My Team Secretary!
This week the world of our quiz league team, the BHs, was rocked and shocked by the resignation by Stainer of both the Team Secretary position and his place on the squad.
Well, more slightly surprised really. The lad works mighty hard at his job and given the iniquitous life-consuming nature of Tuesday evening league quizzing, something had to give. Thus, it is goodbye QLL.
So we bid a fond farewell to Stainer, co-founder and most excellent organiser of our team. While we are facing off with pensive brows and straining brains in secluded rooms all winter, Tuesday night pub quizzes are now his and Katie's for the taking. Good luck to you, sir! And madam!
Naturally, the Whitman poem I have highlighted would have far more resonance if we had actually won the Division I title in the last game and THEN lost him. Or if he had been shot in the back of head by an assassin moments after leaving the Division I title play-off in Stockwell that we had only just won in magnificent fashion.
But looking at it, maybe it is better the way it turned out.
We head into the future. The bright and black and flooded future. What will become of us? And what will become of our name?
Modifications are called for in light of this departure, although We Will Crush You may seem just a little too bombastic. Even if Bayley quite likes it.
You know, I have this b-film postcard on my bedroom wall. It advertises a film called The Mother Truckers. Any objections?
This week the world of our quiz league team, the BHs, was rocked and shocked by the resignation by Stainer of both the Team Secretary position and his place on the squad.
Well, more slightly surprised really. The lad works mighty hard at his job and given the iniquitous life-consuming nature of Tuesday evening league quizzing, something had to give. Thus, it is goodbye QLL.
So we bid a fond farewell to Stainer, co-founder and most excellent organiser of our team. While we are facing off with pensive brows and straining brains in secluded rooms all winter, Tuesday night pub quizzes are now his and Katie's for the taking. Good luck to you, sir! And madam!
Naturally, the Whitman poem I have highlighted would have far more resonance if we had actually won the Division I title in the last game and THEN lost him. Or if he had been shot in the back of head by an assassin moments after leaving the Division I title play-off in Stockwell that we had only just won in magnificent fashion.
But looking at it, maybe it is better the way it turned out.
We head into the future. The bright and black and flooded future. What will become of us? And what will become of our name?
Modifications are called for in light of this departure, although We Will Crush You may seem just a little too bombastic. Even if Bayley quite likes it.
You know, I have this b-film postcard on my bedroom wall. It advertises a film called The Mother Truckers. Any objections?
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