Eggy Goodness

And now, the blog you’ve all been waiting for…

We did Eggheads! That is to say, the quiz team Sixty Not Out were on the show. Contractual obligations mean I can’t tell you the result, and in any case I wouldn’t want to spoil it for you, but you’ve got a while to wait – the series currently being filmed is the next one to be televised, in about six months time.

What I can tell you is that Chairman Steve, Rockin’ Rob, Neil (who is also called Guy), Gary (who doesn’t have a daft nickname yet) and I…along with our reserve Alan “No Sugar Al” flew to Glasgow where we were put up in sumptuous accommodation. Alan went off to visit his niece, Neil (wiacg) and Gary(wdhadny) went to the pub, and Rockin’ Rob, Chairman Steve and I stayed to eat in the hotel, followed by a quick geocache before bed. Well it was a hundred feet from the hotel front door, it would’ve been rude not to.

There was another Eggheads team in the hotel, and we met them at breakfast. They weren’t much fun so we stuck to talking to each other, before leaving the hotel horribly early…and, as it turned out, two hours early. We’d had two emails telling us what time to get there, and we’d believed the wrong one. So after two hours, we were taken through to the green room, where we had yet another legal briefing, and our shirts were chosen.

We’d all had to bring a choice of four shirts, from which the wardrobe team would tell us which one we could wear. So if anyone’s reading this who doesn’t like the shirt I ended up wearing, (eg, Purple Fred [whom I love very much]), blame Mrs Wardrobe, she made me wear it.

Then it was down to make-up (and in my case, having anti-shine on my head), and were finally ready to go through to the studio.

We recorded our introductions, our own mini-piece to camera (“hi, I’m Paul, I’m 49 and I’m a civil servant!”) and the the Eggheads came in. They were all jolly, and made us feel welcome, and then Dermot, the questionmaster arrived.

Then we did the quiz, and jolly good fun it was too. And I don’t think I’m giving away anything I’m not allowed to if I say that my worst fears – of making myself look a total arse on national television – didn’t happen.

We’ve got some photos, which I’ll share with you as soon as we get them from No Sugar Al. And of course I’ll let you all know as soon as they tell us the transmission date.

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