I went to a charity
event Quiz Night yesterday. It was at the Post Bar in the Fullarton Hotel which
is a very nice venue. The Fullerton Hotel in Singapore is a five star
establishment. It is very colonial British and it is architecturally splendid
and grandiose. The Fullerton is one of my favorite buildings on the Island.
The Building
was constructed in 1928 and it then housed Singapore's main municipal and
social organizations. The General Post Office for Singapore was located in the
Fullerton Building as was the Stock Exchange, the Chamber of Commerce and the
prestigious Singapore Club. It is probably the Island's most historically
significant building. The Singaporeans have ripped down most of the other
beautiful old buildings in the city and have replaced them with modern sky
scrapers. They are nowhere near as attractive as the old colonial buildings - in
my most humble opinion.
The Fullerton
Building was converted into a four hundred room luxury hotel that was
officially opened on January 1, 2001. It is rumored to have cost more than $400
million to renovate. I have never stayed at the Fullerton hotel.
Why would I?
I have my own
little apartment to sleep in.
Here is a
picture of the Fullerton hotel:
The building
was named after a Scotsman called Robert Fullerton who was the first 'Governor'
of a little known entity called the "United Settlements". The 'Settlements'
were countries that the English had invaded and occupied and they included
Singapore, Malaysia and India.
Fullerton
served in his position of 'Governor' from 1827 to 1830. These 'Governors' were
actually just the Chief Executive Officers for the English East India Company.
This organisation controlled trade to Europe from their Singapore base and they
dealt in all manner of goods and raw materials that came mostly from India and
China. The bulk of the vast fortune of the English East India Company was made
from tea and opium but particularly opium.
They were drug
dealers on a massive scale.
There are
quite a few very nice restaurants and bars in the Fullerton hotel - including
the Post Bar which was where I attended the charity Quiz event last night.
I accepted the
invitation to the Quiz night a month or so ago and gathered together a team of
friends and colleagues. We didn't win but we didn't mind though. It was good
fun and the event was organised to raise money for a very good cause.
The origin of
the word 'quiz' is an interesting one and it has only been around for a couple
of hundred years. It was supposedly coined by an Irishman. The story behind
it's origin is that a bloke named Richard Daly made a wager with some of his
mates that he could make up a nonsense word that would spread throughout the
entire city within two days. Daly was the manager of the Theater Royal in
Dublin and this was in 1791. He apparently sent all of his employees out
into the city to write the word "QUIZ' in capital letters on every wall,
door and window that they could find.
They did
graffiti.
The appearance
of this word became the talk of the town and Daly won his bet.
Quite a few
scholars have questioned this story even though there are historical documents
that suggest that this event actually occurred. Most of the Irish I know tend
to be very gobby and speak a fair bit of shit so I have my doubts as well. My
spell check doesn't like the word 'gobby' and is changing it to 'hobby'. I have
to manually change it back.
Gobby is an
Australian slang word that refers to someone who talks a lot and often grossly
exaggerates the truth. We Australians are rarely gobby but the Irish are. This
is especially the case when they drink.
Particularly
when they drink.
A more likely
origin of the word 'quiz' is that it is a derivation of the word 'inquisitive'
- which of course means enquiring or asking or seeking answers. We all know
what a quiz is anyway so I am waffling on a bit here.
I would have
liked to win the Quiz though but I have only myself to blame. It was poor team
selection on my part and there were too many English on my side. They are good
people and fun company but none of them are particularly bright. In my
team of nine there were four English, two Australians, a Scot, a Kiwi and a
Frenchman.
I should have
gone all Australian and we would have romped it in.
The word
'romp' is a nice one. I like words that end in "omp". My accursed
auto spell check on my Mac doesn't like it though and it just changed it to
"mop".
I like the
words stomp, chomp and clomp but I don't know why.
People like
things for different reasons.
In the context
that I have used the word "romped" it means to have won easily. Romp
has other meanings as well as quite a few words do. The English language can be
complex at times. Romp can also mean to play boisterously and loudly and it
also has sexual connotations - as in having a romp. This is kissing and
cuddling and fooling around.
I normally
like to seek out the origins of words and their etymology but I simply couldn't
be bothered with the word romp though.
It is a rainy
Sunday here in Singapore and I have much housework and cleaning to do. I have
to mop my floors and iron my shirts in readiness for the work week that starts
tomorrow.
Bugger. I
changed the settings on my spellcheck to accept the word-that-is-not-a-word
'omp' and it just changed 'mop' to 'omp'. I am going to have to learn how to
use this function a bit better as it is beginning to piss me off.
We were at a
bit of a disadvantage in the quiz last night for the rules stipulated that if
there were more than eight people on a team then one point was to be deducted
in each round of questions. I didn't know this when I picked my team as I
rarely read the small print on most documents.
I know I
should.
Scoring at the
Quiz was undertaken by swapping the answer sheets with the team that were
sitting at the table closest to your own. The table that we were adjacent to
only had five people on their team and when they scored our sheet they gave us
the total of questions that were correct and then they subtracted a point with
a note saying "you have more than
eight people on your team so we have subtracted one point". They did
this on every answer sheet that we completed and after a few rounds of
questions we found it very annoying.
The guy who
was checking and scoring our sheet on the adjacent table was a little bald
English guy. He was wearing a shirt with "England" printed on the
front and back and that alone annoyed me. His team took the Quiz night very
seriously. They had named their team the "Lucky Snakes" and our team
thought that this name was quite appropriate.
They were
slippery fuckers.
The fact the
we had a point deducted every round didn't concern us too much but the
repetitive note written on our answer sheets by the little bald English guy irritated
us. We also knew that quite a few tables in the bar also had more than eight
people on their teams and they were not getting any points deducted. The
Organizers of the event said they didn't mind about the extra person on our
table and the point deduction rule didn't apply. When we explained this in a
light-hearted fashion to the little bald English guy who was marking our sheets
he told us in a most pompous fashion that, "rules are rules".
In an act of
vengeance when we marked the 'Lucky Snakes" answer sheets in the latter
rounds of the Quiz we became sticklers. If their team mis-spelled an answer or
failed to use a capital letter on a proper noun we marked their answers as
being incorrect. The little bald Englishman got very upset and he complained to
the Organizers. The Organizers thought that this was very funny - as did we -
and they told him to chill out. They emphasized that this was just a fun night
out and the event was all about raising money for a worthy cause.
The word
"Sticklers" originated in mediaeval England. Sticklers in those days
were mediators or umpires engaged to resolve disputes in games and
competitions. They interpreted and applied rules and regulations and paid great
attention to detail.
The little
bald English guy did not take up his complaints about us being sticklers with
our team. He whinged and moaned direct to the Organizers of the event. I think
the reason he didn't whinge and moan direct to us is that two of the
not-so-bright English men on my team are both about six feet seven inches tall.
They are very big units who I suspect that the little baldy was afraid of.
Despite their enormous height both of the English boys are pussy cats and they
wouldn't harm anyone.
There is
another quiz night being arranged by the same group for the same charity
sometime in August and it will again be held at the Post Bar in the Fullerton
hotel. I will again attend but this time with a hand-picked all Australian
team.
We will have
eight people on my team and will not be subject to the point deduction
rule.
We will romp
it in.
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