Rock-off

Went to a trivia night, which a girl from work organized as a fundraiser. At the end of the night two teams had reached a draw. Neither of them was my team, but hey, that 2/10 round on cartoons really set us back. And who was to know all those wacky river questions?

Anyway, the compare – who was truly scary, really truly quite gobsmacking in his flat backed, crew-cutted, easily inflamed, dum as guts with scared piggy eyes and no sense of humour unless it was coming from him and directed at putting someone back in their box – said that each team had to send someone up to the front for a ‘rock off’. I was so excited, I thought it was maybe like some kind of dance-off, maybe an air guitar competition, or head banging to bad glam rock – I don’t know, something exciting and rock esteidford-esque, a ROCK OFF! Turns out it wasn’t, it was just a game of ‘scissors, paper, rock’ which as you can imagine was rather disappointing, and hardly very rock and roll at all. Seemed very metaphoric. For something. Leaving me wondering why it is that I often expect a gala spectacular on rollerskates with coiffed hair and backing music and life delivers a scissor paper rock game.