"What is cinchona?" was a question at last night's trivia. It turned out I was the only person who knew the answer. Cinchona is the tree that supplies Jesuit's Bark; the stuff we get quinine from.
One thing has always puzzled me vis-a-vis quinine. Apart, that is, from wondering whether drinking 44 gin & tonics would improve my health. It's long been held that Oliver Cromwell, a devout Protestant, died of malaria because he refused to take a Catholic medicine, or what he called Jesuit's Poison. While I don't doubt his devotion to the cause, I dislike bloody Catholics as much as the next man, I'd like to know how Cromwell caught malaria, or "fevers, chills and rampant shivering", in the first place. It is a tropical disease, isn't it? Sure looks like it. And as far as I'm aware, Cromwell never went to the tropics. Is there a pestilent species of mosquito in the brooks of Upper Slaughter or Manky on the Wold?
A little assistance there, please. Protestants only.
Speaking of last night. Boynton and myself, all two of us, whipped a full house, the smallest team of which was six. In the first four rounds we got 19, 19, 19 and 19. In the music round we got 12, but it was still the second best score of a tough lot. We brained 'em. Literally. Go us!
- San Francisco by Scott McKenzie
- In The Year 2525 by Zager & Evans
- Something in the Air by Thunderclap Newman
- My Boomerang Won't Come Back by Charlie Drake
- I don't Like Mondays by The Boomtown Rats
- Lorne Green. We didn't know the song - it was Ringo.
- Little Arrows. We didn't know the artist - it was Leapy Lee.
Just kidding: I love Catholics. Really. Especially during schoolboy football. You know, when six foot tall 14 year olds from Our Saviour of the Bleeding Strap drove to Under 15 matches sporting full beards and beat the living shit out of us.