#except strawb maybe

[vangoggles]

partner and i spend way too much on granola bars so im gonna try buying stuff to make treat bars (marshmallows+assorted breakfast cereals) with like dried fruit and nuts and chocolate chips as mixins, to scratch some of those same craving itches

[blurrycow]

8 and 9 for writing ask?

8.) How slow is a slow burn?

Hmm I don’t read slowburn all too often because im more of a oneshots kind of gal but I’d say maybe… five chapters? 10k words? 8k words? Idk

9.) Thoughts on cliffhangers.

They’re great if I have access to what happens next. If I have to wait until the next chapter or book comes out I have to distract myself with something or I want to bite everyone

[babygirlmickey]

I’m catching up on some tag games so I’m gonna put them all under the cut hehe

Tagged by @ardent-fox @mishervellous @deedala and @auds-and-evens !!

three ships: gallavich obviously:/, Ian x his watch, and my og spirk…I’ll be down bad for them forever

last song: figure it out - RYLY

last movie: ummm I think it was when I forced bestie to watch Star Trek into darkness:-)

currently reading: still working thru my emt course book ! Also started reading heartstopper vol2

currently watching: I was watching the recruit on Netflix but I got bored of it LMAO

currently consuming: a bagel w strawb cream cheese from dunkies

currently craving: the worlds longest nap 🥲

Tagged by @creepkinginc @tanktopgallavich @metalheadmickey @stocious @heymrspatel and @vintagelacerosette

name: camryn

age: 21

where in the world are you?: new yawk

the meaning behind your URL: self explanatory. Mickey = Babygirl

your second favorite color: oooh um maybe green or blue or brown

any pets?: mmm 20-odd cats (I take a lot of "unadoptables" and hospice cases)

favorite season: autumn!

last thing you read: last thing I finished (other than some fics) was the first heartstopper book which I was forced to read at gunpoint

last song you listened to: since I’m listening to music as I write these now it’s disco nights - wiley beckett

what are you wearing right now? Gray sweats and an orange crop top

a hobby of yours: photography!

your comfort show or movie: parks and rec and psych!

and finally, what are you up to today?: Ran some work errands including transporting supplies to my friend who just took in a litter of kittens and doing intake exams on them for her:) here’s a pic of one

tagged by @creepkinginc (deleting some of the questions on this one bc they're the same as above)

your favorite color: yellow!

a song that always puts you in a good mood: I'd rather go blind - Etta James

your favorite flower: I don't think I have one! I pretty much like all flowers except lilies

it’s a beautiful sunny day and you’re going on a picnic with friends. what snack are you bringing to share? triscuits and cream cheese. ultimate delicacy

bumblebees or butterflies? butterflies!

describe your ideal weather: hmm either 50-60 degrees, cool and sunny OR 60-70 degrees with a downpour thunderstorm B)

museum date or nature walk? nature walk if it's cold out, museum date if it's warm

it’s movie night in the park and your turn to choose, what are we watching? no one in their right mind would ever let me pick the movie

and finally, share some sunny words for your friends & followers: ily guys you're all so talented and friendly and amazing and I love my little community on here!!!

If any of my beloved mutuals wanna do these let's just say I tagged u :-)

[mywifeleftme]

177: Sandy Denny & The Strawbs // All Our Own Work

All Our Own Work Sandy Denny & The Strawbs 1973, Hallmark

The ‘60s Were a Different Time, Vol. 13,261: In Strawbs’ leader Dave Cousins warm liner notes on the 1968 sessions that produced All Our Own Work, he offhandedly mentions that 28-year-old guitarist Tony Hooper really wanted to nail a 15-year-old as a quirk on the same level as Sandy Denny sleeping on a couch in Copenhagen. All Our Own Work wouldn’t see release till 1973, by which time Hooper had left the Strawbs, so maybe Cousins was trying to sabotage his former bandmate, who knows.

Hooper’s ephebophilia aside, I picked this up because I’m a big Sandy Denny fan and these sessions represent some of her earliest recordings. These recordings, largely of Cousins’ compositions, offer further proof that Denny arrived on the English folk scene fully-formed as a singer—and, as her original rendition of “Who Knows Where the Time Goes” attests, as a songwriter to boot. The sound here is neither the neo-traditionalist folk Denny would explore with Fairport Convention nor the bardic prog Strawbs would become known for, but easy folk rock that’s reminiscent at times of the Byrds. Denny handles the majority of the lead vocals and elevates Cousins’ sturdy melodies and generic countercultural lyrics with her usual clarity and grace. The solo version of “Who Knows Where the Time Goes” found here is as good or better than the more familiar Fairport take from Unhalfbricking, and is by far and away the highlight of All Our Own Work—but in fairness to the Strawbs, not the only one. “Tell Me What You See in Me,” which Strawbs would re-record sans-Denny for their self-titled debut, is a stellar slab of folk psychedelia complete with tablas and cobwebbed acoustic guitars, while “Stay Awhile” is a wonderful ballad with a trace of flamenco influence. Of the non-Sandy vocals, Cousins’ “Nothing Else Will Do” is a jangling minor pop gem the band would’ve been wise to dust off for their debut—it’s almost certainly the song I’ve listened to most frequently from the album.

Hooper’s songwriting contributions are unremarkable and Cousins’ coughs up an embarrassing attempted satire in “How Everyone but Sam Was a Hypocrite,” but on balance, All Our Own Work would’ve been a fine launching pad for both artists had it arrived on schedule in 1968. As it is, it’s a satisfying footnote in their respective discographies, especially if you’re starved for more Sandy after working your way through the rest of her exceptional catalogue (Sandy in particular is a masterpiece).

177/365

[ask-bubble-anything]

You alright?

-Kaufmo watcher anon

ps- you aren’t really that new, isn’t Kaufmo newer?

Y-yeah.

[Mod- maybe? Idk. I also mainly interact with the other cast and not the kids. Except strawbs- long live strawbs. That's also a factor most likely though.]

[night-dark-woods]

ID copied from alt. a photo of a porch with lots of 5 gallon buckets and other large containers full of dirt and plants. there are three with small bushes in the middle, and smaller green plants around the base, but the rest are empty. there is a folding chair in between some of the planters, and a cat in a cone of shame in the open screened window. End ID.

my blueberries survived the winter on the porch! so i got a baby raspberry and ive set up the 5gal buckets for tomatoes, cukes, and cucamelons(!!!). behind me when i took this i also have some grape hyacinths and crocuses coming up, and some snap peas (and maybe snow peas? the packet says snow peas, but it had snap peas written in sharpie on it...?) started! :)

i also want to get some bee balm! i will probably put her in a 5gal bucket too. i may need to move the bluebs and strawbs away from the side of the house in the heat of the summer but we'll see. the high solid railing makes it hard bc the containers have to be raised up to get sun if theyre next to it.

i want to try watering the veggies with ollas this year (unglazed terracotta gourd-shaped containers that you bury except the neck and then fill with water so it seeps thru into the dirt and u dont have to worry about evaporation) so i made some with 4" pots and their trays and some aquarium-safe silicone :) we'll see how it goes, since terracotta for plant pots is uuusually not as porous as purpose-made ollas. i need to paint some rocks to set on top of them to block the fill holes once i bury them so mosquitoes dont get in.

here are the ollas:

ID copied from alt. diy ollas. small terracotta pots are glued upside down on top of their saucers, and are resting on a green metal rack. End ID.

and here's a closer picture of the more impressively leafing out blueberry! im so so happy they both survived the winter :)

ID copied from alt. a close-up photo of young new leaves on a small blueberry bush. End ID.

[nemobao]

So im doing that thing where im at work and im bored and its making me feel tired so i drink ONE (1) energy drink and now i'm bored but faster, confusing the feeling for being sleepy... maybe i should have.. one (1) more energy drink ! Yes!

This has happened about 3 times in the past 6 hours i am my blood feels like elevtricity and i am edging an axiety attack and channeling the energy into playing Celeste while at work (the trans right of passage) and about to have an anxiety attack over these GODDAMN STROBBYS BECAUSE WOW the game starts with telling you that the strawbs dont matter for anything except for impressing your friends soni stopped nabbing them after a bit but NOW im realizing that THEY DO MATTER which is UPSETTING because i must not be judged by fictional characters for my inability to acquire digital STROBBY because I will lose my BEANS and also ! !! I miss out on extra chapters if I dont honk with collectibles ??

Anyways yeah im experiencing slowfast i have too much energy and 6 more hours in my shift.

[statistically-unlikely-monster]

I just hit 200 followers...wow.

[wishing-well-writing]

!GEN STRAWBERRY CREPE COOKIE HCs!

Written by: 🦷

Fandom: Cookie Run series

Character(s): Strawberry Crepe Cookie, other darkness cookies (mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, mild gore (amputation), implied child abuse/labor/neglect

strawberry crepe having a prosthetic arms is a very good headcanon, but let’s talk about HOW they lost their arms :) (to preface this i also headcanon strawb crep using they/them pronouns)

since they canonically come from some cryo-pod, and i think crepes can get soggy pretty easily, some fucked up form of frostbite could’ve occured

whatever it was, it essentially left their arms useless/less developed

children often want validation, or well at least i’m projecting my consistent need of it, and strawberry crepe essentially being a young genius would expect some praise for their work

the only option was to get rid of the problem and design new arms that could be of use

dark choco was the one to do the deed of amputating crepe’s arms

why dark choco? no particular reason, though he seemed to be the least affected by doing this (which is incorrect, this man already has so much on his conscience)

it was worse when this whole child was literally begging him to hurry on with the job so that they could finally be of some use to dark enchantress, who they probably see as some savior or parental figure (the line between the two is a bit muddled)

it of course took a long time to heal, mentally and physically

licorice the babysitter was tasked to watch over them lol

whenever they did heal up fully, they now had to get on with actually DESIGNING and MAKING the new arms

and y’know, that’s pretty difficult as is without any /lh

unfortunately for the darkness gang, strawberry crepe (like a whole buncha these losers) is fueled by spite and the need to prove their own worth without anyone else’s help

and especially fueled by the need to prove that they can do something for dark enchantress

so that’s how they learned how to write with their mouth and feet LMAO

whenever they were left alone in the castle up in the sky (forgot the name FJSDBHJVAHD) that gave them a lot more time for themselves to actually work on their project 

crepe isn’t sure how long it took, no one in the darkness gang really checked up on them (except for maybe licorice and red velvet... licorice because Official Babysitter status and i can totally see red velvet going ‘wonky arm(s) solidarity’)

sometimes dark enchantress showed up, but very rarely

VERY very rarely

whenever she did show up, crepe would try to show her all the progress on the arms (i.e. blueprints, prototypes, etc)

i’d imagine all they ever received was “So what you’re saying is you’re not finished?”

or something to that degree/variation

none praise left “oh, i’ll work harder! they’ll be done when you come back!”

despite being a literal CHILD they worked themselves to the bone (or whatever the cookie equivalent of bones are), definitely has chronic headaches/migraines because same

constantly stressed, destroyed a lot of prototypes that were deemed ‘useless’

lack of sleep alongside general lack of care for self definitely led to making more mistakes and taking a massive toll on their health overall (i.e. possible tinnitus, general joint aches, intense phantom pains, the likes, etc etc)

the arms were eventually finished, it took more time to adjust to them than crepe thought because ‘these arms are supposed to be perfect, why won’t it immediately work with me’

crepe waited a long time to finally show the finished product to dark enchantress, all proud once they finally adjusted and were able to properly move them around all coordinated

we all know how that ended up (spoiler: she never came back)

they remained hopeful, while she rarely visited in the first place she DID come around sometimes, so it was a possibility she was just busy with the other cookies of darkness (which is sorta true)

crepe was a little (re: very) jealous of this possibility, because as far as they know they’re the only one who put in the MOST effort (they think they’re the most competent and smart)

during the time of dark enchantress’ absence (and eventually the arrival of the main cookie gang + pure vanilla and dark raisin), they definitely were tinkering around (hence all the wafflebots)

it all just goes downhill from there LMAO

[jynzandtonic]

A bit late announcing these, but with the help of a random number generator, I’ve got the five fics I’ll be writing to celebrate my one year anni! The winners are...

🍓 anon — Matt the Radar Technician x Reader

Prompt: “A romantic date with Matty turning dirty <33 maybe picnic, or bowling, or the arcades? Whatever suits your boat but it's sweet and then turns nasty because he has 0 self-control. Mwah ily Z!! pretty please add some eating pussy in the mix!! *slides a strawberry as an offer*”

YOU GOT IT, STRAWBS. GET READY FOR SOME SEMI-PUBLIC FILTH WITH FERAL!MATT

@cas-backwards-tie​ — Charlie Barber x Reader 

Prompt: “What about maybe Charlie Barber x Reader soulmate AU? He’s still been with Nicole and has Henry (maybe because he gave up on finding his soulmate) but the reader didn’t and they meet maybe in the midst of the divorce and it causes an issue because the reader held out for him? Like angst with a happy ending?”

Ooooooooh I am SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS! Angsty Soulmates AU here we come!

@blowthatpieceofjunk​ — Dom!Dan Jones x Reader

Prompt: “You know I’m coming for some dom!Dan Jones. We know that boy usually doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body but...he makes exceptions. Degradation would be lovely if you’re okay with it ❤️”

MY BODY IS READY, BRITTANY. THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE PERFECT EXCUSE TO FLIP UP THE SCRIPT ON OUR FAVORITE SUBBY BOY.

🌹 anon —  Clyde Logan x Reader

Prompt: “Skinny dipping or hotsprings with Flip or Clyde, please :)  Please elaborate however you wish!”

Rosie, I literally cannot resist the temptation of skinny dipping with Clyde. LESGO.

🌲 anon — Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Prompt: “Would you please do a one shot with some kind of outdoor adventure with Flip? Or even Clyde! I know you do lots of outdoors stuff yourself and it would be so much fun to see something like that written for one of those guys from someone who knows what they’re doing!”

First off, you flatter me. Second, I hope you’re ready to take Flip camping ;)

                               ______________

Thank you so much to all of you who submitted prompts! Some of them were even things that are already in my WIPs, too hehe—you’ll see them at some point, I promise. Get ready to see all of these fics in APRIL xoxoxo!

[pebblethief]

havent done much at the allotment lately bc dads away and its been raining hard for days and i just...dont feel like being wet and alone down there much lol. but i popped down to get more salad soo might as well update

the struggling beans are still struggling but theyre trying very hard, theyve even got a flower about to open up! maybe we will get A Bean from them lol

also, first raspberry! very small, but tasty all the same. more soon, hopefully :)

peas are very happy! they arent meant to get *too* much taller (the top string is at 80cm, the packet said 60-75cm tall) so fingers crossed for some flowers soon. And these beans are doing happier despite something having a much on some of the leaves. only stuck canes down for the two tallest ones bc it started absolutely pissing it down again

strawbs arent ripe yet. most of the salad is happy except for that new hole in the middle of the bottom left patch....had some mold problems there so had to pull up a bunch at the weekend (alternating rain + sunshine + v closely planted things...isnt rly surprising) but i thiink i got it all, & we have so much salad still that im not that upset about it 

the purple sprouting broccoli is....overwhelmingly ferocious lol. the bell peppers dont stand a chance even if they wanted to grow here. hoping the tomatoes still get enough light, but might trim some of the broccoli leaves at some point (+eating them!) everything else seems p happy

other bed is still mostly dirt & a few tiny seedlings (also more cabbages we took from this bed) so not worth a photo

[snowdice]

One More Chance (Part 12 of the Series “Is There Anything Left of Patton?”)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Patton, Virgil & Patton, Logan & Virgil, Roman & Patton

Characters: 

Appear: Patton, Logan, Virgil

Mentioned: Roman, Remy

Summary: Season change. Life changes. This time, Patton does too.

Notes: Zombie Apocalypse AU, Patton is a zombie

This is the twelfth part of a series of one-shots called Is There Anything Left of Patton?

Previous parts:

“Something Left”

“Someone You’ll Never Meet”

“Food You’ll Never Eat”

“Things You’ll Never Do”

“There Are Things That Are Lost”

“There Are Things That Are Missing”

“And There is a Question”

“Is There Anything Left of Patton?”

“And There is an Answer”

“But What Does It Mean”

“One More Dance”

My Master Post

The day Roman danced with Patton marked a big change in the house. Remy had basically already figured out what was going on with Patton (or at least as much as one could given Logan and Virgil didn’t quite understand it themselves), but it came as a surprise to Roman… somehow. Virgil had worried on the first day about Roman’s reaction considering his initial behavior when he’d met Patton, but much like Virgil had, Roman had managed to get attached. Zombie or not, Roman had decided Patton was his friend. The explanation of just what exactly was going on had come with some awkwardness, but not violence and life quickly moved on.

Once the secret was out and neither of them had an extreme negative reaction, their guests began to crest the barrier between guests and residents in the house. Logan began to devote time to thinking up a more permanent solution than just having the two crash on the floor of the study. For now, they had found usable mattresses and dragged them home to set up a temporary third bedroom in the study, but Logan had been making plans to renovate the house next door and build an attachment between the two so they would have more space. He’d already spent some of the summer constructing a sturdier fence around the neighboring house and planned on working on building more solar panels for its roof in the basement during the winter.

The division of labor became a lot easier too with the addition of two people. Scavenging was much easier, allowing Logan to get the supplies for the aforementioned solar panels as well as other supplies from more difficult to break into places. Remy and Roman were actually quite practiced at not dying in more risky situations since they’d started in a city.

Remy knew a bit about tech, having worked in a theater and jury-rigged a few things like microphones and lights in his day. Though he didn’t know as much about stuff as Logan, he knew enough basics that Logan was able to teach him things about maintaining and fixing the generators and other things around the house.

Roman, meanwhile, was good at hunting in both the traditional way and in the Roman-did-you-really-just-catch-a-chicken-with-your-bare-hands sort of way. They now had 3 chickens which they’d set up a coop for in the other house’s backyard.

Both Roman and Remy could sew pretty well which took some of the load off of Virgil and they could help in the garden some (Logan was still not allowed anywhere near it).

Virgil still often found himself panicking about the fast approaching winter, but they had even more supplies than the year before even counting the two extra mouths. So, overall, everything had changed for the better.

And then, there was Patton.

Patton had good days and bad days, but even the bad days were in stark contrast to what he’d been like a year ago. It’s like something had been triggered in him, and once he’d figured out how to follow the path to consciousness, it became easier to do so by the day.

On good days, Virgil imagined an outsider wouldn’t ever guess what he was. He wasn’t 100% normal, but most people would have no trouble saying he was a person. He still never spoke (except reportedly to Logan sometimes when they were alone), but he did react to what they said and seemed to understand. He smiled at Roman when he played him a song and tilted his head when Virgil spoke softly to him. There were entire passive aggressive arguments about the décor between him and Remy as both moved everything from furniture to decorations around sometimes behind each other’s back… and sometimes while making unflinching eye contact. Virgil thought they were having fun. Maybe?

There was a day in late August after the temperature had finally broken and it wasn’t boiling hot anymore where Virgil came down to find every blanket and pillow in the house had been brought to the living room and piled on and around the couch. Virgil at first had thought it was another malfunction and Patton was confused, but it was clear by how Logan reacted that it was in fact just a Patton thing. Roman had taken the blankets and constructed a fort for him which they’d both proceeded to spend the rest of the day in talking (well, Roman did the talking) about musicals and Disney movies.

Then, there were a few times where Virgil had caught him staring at a full cup of water sitting in the armchair. He’d sheepishly pretend like he’d gotten the water to drink it and Virgil let him.

Virgil’s hoodie just as often ended up folded outside his bedroom door in the mornings as it ended up in the washing machine and sometimes Patton would even come find him and hand it to him.

They hid the macaroni and cheese and woke to the entire loaf of bread that had been on the counter gone and cold grilled cheeses in the refrigerator. They put the macaroni back.

And on his best days when he came downstairs and poured himself a glass of juice from the refrigerator, he’d shoot a smile at Virgil and go off to find Logan. Virgil would often find them later smashed into the armchair together with Patton’s head on his shoulder while Logan read a book to him out loud.

The good days were become slightly more frequent as the months pushed on, but today was a bad day.

He’d been very confused and mostly unresponsive all day, but there was still something there in his eyes even today. Virgil glanced over as he removed the last jar of canned strawberries in this batch from the pressure cooker on the stove and set it on a dishtowel to cool. He’d been taking inventory earlier and some of the older cans that needed to be used soon were on the kitchen table including a jar of pickles.

Patton was staring at that jar intently as though it held the secrets of the universe. “Do you want a pickle, Patton?” Virgil asked. There wasn’t much of a response except for maybe a flicker of his eyelashes. However, the fact that he seemed to connect the sealed container with one of his favorite snacks did say something good about his object permanence.

Virgil passed the card table he’d set up for the earlier batches of cans to the kitchen table and grabbed the jar. He quickly took out one of the pickles and closed the can back up tight so the man wouldn’t try to eat all the contents in one go. He placed the pickle down in front of Patton. He immediately grabbed it and Virgil quickly turned away, so he wouldn’t have to watch that. When he looked back, the pickle was gone, and Patton had placed his chin on the table to once again stare at the jar intently.

“You just keep doing that buddy,” Virgil said before turning back to his canning station on the counter. He’d been working all day and this next batch would be his last. He started spooning the pre-prepared strawberries into the jars as he heated the water back up in the pressure cooker. He heard Patton shifting around but didn’t pay him much mind, too engrossed in his task. Annoyingly, it ended up that he was about half a can short on his mixture. He must have filled one of the earlier batches too full and now everything was uneven. It wasn’t a big deal, but still irritating. He’d just placed the last lid on when a hand suddenly appeared next to him and he jumped.

Honestly, one would think he’d be used to Patton randomly reaching for him by now. Except, unlike what usually happened, the hand went for one of the jars from the last batch instead of for Virgil himself. There was a quiet pop before the jar was set down again with its lid off. Virgil blinked at him. He blinked back and then wandered away. Virgil’s eyes followed him which is when he saw the card table. Every single jar was open.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me Patton.” Patton gave him a curious head tilt, looked at the dozens of opened cans, and then looked back at him.

Virgil put his head down on the counter and let out a long, loud groan. He was actually impressed by own his lung capacity.

There were footsteps from the living room after about 15 seconds of sustained groaning. “What happened?” Logan asked.

“I just wasted an entire day on canning is what just happened,” Virgil sighed, gesturing to the many, many open cans.

Logan’s presence in the room seemed to pull Patton in and he walked up to him, kind of bumping into his front. Logan’s arms came up to hug him softly, and he rubbed his back a bit. Virgil watched as, after a moment, Patton tilted his head a bit to angle his mouth towards Logan’s ear. Virgil raised an eyebrow at that. Logan hummed after a few seconds and pressed a kiss to the top of Patton’s head. “It’s okay, love. I’ll help Virgil clean it up for you. You don’t have to worry.”

Virgil blinked. “Yeah, no, it’s fine Pat,” he was quick to reassure. “I get it. You’re good. It’s just a few cans.”

“How about I take you upstairs and you can lay down for a bit?” Logan offered. Patton nodded. “Alright, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” Logan said to Virgil before starting to guide Patton upstairs.

“You will not,” Virgil muttered, knowing it would be at least an hour, maybe two before he could pull himself away. Yet, he was more amused than annoyed at that fact. Virgil turned to look at the state the kitchen was in as they disappeared up the stairs. “Well, I guess I get one more chance to make sure the strawberry levels are even in all of the cans.”

Want to read more? The next part of this series is  When There Is Something Left.

[cinemaglow]

The Beatles- George or maybe Ringo

The Who- Pete

The Monkees- Mike for tv personas, as far as the irl people I think Peter

Pink Floyd- I like them all but maybe Rick?

Moody Blues- JUSTIN

Led Zep- all of them except jimmy page

The Stones- Mick Taylor

Yes- Steve Howe

Genesis- TONY

The Byrds- Gene Clark

Queen- Brian I guess

Canned Heat- Alan Wilson

Bee Gees- ALL

ELP- Carl

King Crimson- Bill

ELO- Bev

Wigwam- Pekka Pohjola

The Strawbs- Blue Weaver

Rush- hmmm I'll go with Neil

Fanny- Alice or maybe June

The Kinks- Dave

I think the common theme here is Pretty and/or Possibly Autistic

Would you mind assisting my very scientific study by listing your band-favs?

So I’ve been pondering over what the favs you have say about you, trying different algorithms to explain and finding common threads and such… and I’m curious!

One per band and it doesn’t have to be the bands I’ve listed I’ll just go first to show you what I mean (and I love listing stuff)! some favs of mine:

Beatles- George Harrison

Who- John Entwistle

Monkees- Mike Nesmith

Pink Floyd- Syd Barrett

Blur- Graham Coxon

Moody Blues- Justin Hayward

Led Zeppelin- John Paul Jones

Stone Roses- John Squire

Rolling Stones- Charlie Watts

Oasis- Liam Gallagher

(So far I’ve concluded being called John and/or being a grumpy guitarist gets my attention but not sure what that means)

[awe247]

Another fine trivia start to a new year, kicking it off in January at the Strawb, with a full compliment of Fu-ers and a convincing win on 59 points.

There seemed to be a lot of geography questions this time. One exception and a point of contention was the two highest selling mononymous, male singers of all time. Prince was one without a doubt but it came down to a vote between Sting and Eminem for the second. Democracy let us down, as it has all of us in recent memory, with Pete casting the deciding vote for Sting.

We were also two years shy of the jackpot, electing 1950 as the year that the schooner was introduced as the standard unit of measure for drinks in New South Wales.

Maybe we can get out a few more times this year? Our name doesn't seem to ring out as loud or as often. In fact, the host proclaimed victory for The Devil Hats Kung-Fu! I was sure I wrote it down correctly.