Suddenly everyone's a detective. Okay Bongser Poirot will now reveal the identities of this week's winners and lesser winners.
ROUND (BLOODY STUFFY FOR ONE) THIRTEEN ROUND UP
Evenin’ All, as “Andrew” Dixon of Dock Green used to say.
La Jeunesse and her plus jeune soeur went on a murder mystery walk on Saturday. No reason any of you need know that, just sharing as so many do on this most sociable of threads.
To business! Firstly let’s have Foyle unearth a UXB (time capsule) – the most lukewarmly greeted in history. Ser Jorah survived just two full episodes. Nul points. Let’s pretend it never happened.
No one foresaw a home nilling for Dewsbury by the invading frogs but five points to all in attendance bar the two headline makers – no Jules Maigrets when it comes to rugby a treize? Van Cougar Mellencampervan was conspicuous by his absence and resultantly scored Jack & Diane.
Over to Canada (where we were still searching for a missing person in a “Winnipeg-oh”). Curiously six out of eight of the posters had the West Yorks team down to score 16 points and they were correct! “Nothing in this game for six in a bed,” as Jim Bowen nearly used to say.
A rally late in the first half saw The Bulls a mere two points behind at HT. The score was still the same as the fourth quarter approached and Atomic, whilst backing the wrong side, was by far the closest to the margin.
Then, however, The Trannies began to cut loose (Footloose, kick off their Saturday sling-backs). Into the last ten minutes and Signor Caroli was in the box seat with a nailed on margin of 20. Not content with that, there then began some sinister monkey business. Dalton Grant went over for Bradford and, with the two points going begging, Wanderer suddenly was seemingly motor-homing the bacon with a bang on score-line of 32-16.
Not to be! Liam Kay (former market-worker of this parish) scored a try at the death. It too went unconverted and your correspondent wonders whether that far Oriental bet fixing and gee-gee loving scoundrel, Charlie Chan-oli had been terryfonin’ less than Noble people throughout proceedings. Perhaps we will find out if there is an Huawei Leak enquiry.
Calls for May to go, eh? May held a potential further six points for Leigh (and a cup-tie for Donny in some corner of a foreign field).
Chazzer you really are the most disingenuous of clowns. Don’t understand Jokers, huh? One played to score a total of 130 points. Japing aside well done. Charlie knows!
Please give Bongser’s best to Mr Lu.
Five points to (ahem) almost all other posters.
VL joined us for the Sunday games and we’ll go first to ‘Dale who fell 18 behind before most other teams were out of the traps. Hetty Wainthropp is investigating. The ship was steadied and Rochdale got to within 2 points of the twelve predicted by, this time, 7/9 posters. Clean sweep for all on this thread (Chayders “marginally” hitting the upright).
On the V2 bus back from work yesterday, Bongser saw an older fellah reading a very smart looking programme from the Swinton/Widnes game. Bongser was reading over the stranger’s shoulder until a page was turned and the programme recalled a Lancashire Cup Final victory for The Swine over a certain other team. Bongser closed his eyes! The gentleman alighted at Moorside so it is to be guessed that the result was not as he’d hoped. It was, however, as predicted for all here-gathered (5 each), more so for the four of our number that correctly called a margin of 22 to The Chemics (further 10 apiece to Wanderer, VL, EVVO & Bongser) and yet more still to Vanny-Come-Lately who made up for his forgetful thumb’s laziness with a full 65 points! Bravo!
A further clean sweep for the faithful at ‘Fax. No extras. Forty-five shared ‘twixt nine.
Tight as a drum at York. The aforementioned seemed totally in control at HT. Then began the non-bottling Batley battleback. VL had joined Atomic in predding a Bulldog victory. York JUST held out by 4, Father Brown having been sent down from “The Minster of Defence” to ensure that a long last quarter of an hour was successfully negotiated.
All of which meant that with only the main event to go, six had correctly bagged 6/6 winners and then worra ding-dong-do at LSV! The lead changed hands more frequently than did the friendlier girls back at youth club (as the late, great Kenny Ball would say “Still Love You All”).
With only a couple of minutes to go it looked as if some “Steelers” were about to ‘ave it away on their toes with two points and six pokemon bonuses. Inspector Corner of the (Rid)Yard, however, stopped the mouths of the would be raspberry blowers!
Typing of felons, when the cleaner got into Thine Host’s place of employment on the morrow (today), he thought that someone had been nicking bog rolls until it was explained that they were all legitimately used in situ during a tense Sunday finale!
Pokes to Charlie, Don Juan, EVVO, Bongser, Pubbers & Zools
BBQ? 3031. That saw Wanderer breasting the tape (25), followed by the late interloper (1icon_cool.gif and then by Tommers (15) – the latter thus avoiding this week’s wooden spoon by the narrowest of margins.
WWB? Yet another 25 to Charlie! No bonuses for guessing the present King o’ the Castle.
STANDINGS:
Sherlock Holmes 937 Jjj
Dr Watson 876 jj
Donners 811 JJJjj (Still Three Dragons)
Pubbers 796 Jjj (Ashes Ruling)
EVVO 796 JJjj (high scoring scheme and yet ties three weeks on the trot!)
Vanners 728 Jjj
Zools 734 JJjj
Chayders 605 Jjj
Tommers 559 Jjj
Ground made ‘Tommers, but it might be time to bring your A game of last season out from under the patio
