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Being quizzical, a specialist subject and Club 18-30 – not for the faint-hearted

I’ve finally found my specialist subject in case I’m ever a contestant on Mastermind – and you would never guess what it is!  You’re probably thinking it’s going to be social media or, more specifically perhaps, LinkedIn or Twitter.  Or maybe plain English copywriting, which has been my business focus for almost 19 years.  Stephen is sniggering in Vegas thinking it’s wine, and David’s going for West Wing, the early seasons.  You’re all wrong.

Attending a quiz at the MS Therapy centre, my team, captained by Gill’s sister-in-law Alison, strolled home with the silver medal.  We did put in a good effort, if not quite the winning streak.  However, I’m proud to say that I scored 20/20 single-handedly on my new specialist topic: funeral songs!!  Yes, that’s right: I knew them all.  The morbid Top 20 list had been compiled by the Co-op and we had to name the song and artist from the musical intro.  It was very funny!  And it was definitely my night, as something happened that’s never happened before: I won the raffle!  A lovely crystal fruit bowl; sounds boring, I know, but I’m happy with it.

This may sound a far cry from the days when Gill and I knew how to rock a Saturday night, but we’re no strangers to quizzes.  We ran them for several years to raise money for a local charity.  We also attended them – the most memorable being around the pool on a Club 18-30’s holiday to San Antonio in 1984.  I can’t go into detail here about what we were guessing, as my mum reads this blog – but needless to say, 18-30 in the 80’s was all it was cracked up to be.

Before the trip, a TV documentary showing skimpily clad people (for ‘skimpily,’ read ‘non’) freaked out our families. So we told them it was ok, we would just be eating ice cream round the pool.  I vividly recall waking up one lunchtime with (what seemed like) a rugby team charging into our hotel room.  They dragged us out of bed and down to the pool to be photographed for the 1985 brochure – where we sat, eating ice cream!  What further proof do you need, m’lord?

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Club 18-30
1985 brochure
See… ice cream and clothes!

They were the days when I knew less about funeral songs and more about Yogi Bear’s adventures with Booboo.  Obviously those lyrics are inappropriate for a business blog.  So… rolling in at number 10, it’s NKC.  ‘Like a song of love that clings to me, how the thought of you does things to me.  Never before has someone been more… Unforgettable.’  Hopefully you won’t forget me… @WeekendWitch.

PS –  just Googled the Yogi Bear lyrics and they are way ruder than I remember!!!

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