Flatalist Fun!

Went to Skipton today for the Northern Lodge Flatalists Meeting. It was great to see so many people again, although sad that a couple of the regulars couldn't make it. Ian had set a theme for the meeting of moving pictures and had posted out invitations, but sneakily didn't tell us that they'd form the basis of one of the rounds of the quiz. The fact that Colin had his invitation with him and could refer to it had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with him coming second in the quiz! (I'm only jealous because I was sat too far away from him to sneak a look at it.) It seems to be tradition that the the Flatalist's quizzes are bloomin' fiendish! I struggled to a pathetic score of 36 out of about 752, but was saved from the disgrace of coming last by the wonderful Paul (who also organised the meeting.)

It's also become a tradition at these meetings (ie it happened once) that whoever comes last in the quiz has to read "Where's my cow?" complete with suitable animal noises. I suspect therefore that Paul may have deliberately fixed his answers to ensure last place in the quiz as he had an adapted version of the story which he read out.