How many of these stupid faces can you recognise?
The machine that is Bartlett Pear Shaped knew precisely none of them. Number 2 was a charity from the table that marked the sheet, which sounds suspiciously like they felt sorry for us. They better not have, because we were making a statement. No more celebrity faces! We've got rock-all interest in knowing fatheads and cheesecake, so we didn't accept their gesture and proudly announced "We got none!"
Trivia is nonsense when a host dumbs it down to suit the punters. Sure, I understand the financial imperatives, but that doesn't mean I want to be able to recognise the likes of the gay guy from Big Brother. Or even associate with people that do. Bollocks to that. Give me word games, world events, geography, history or something properly serious, like sport. But not spelling! Wear rubbish at that.
For the record. Had not my first impression been one of utter contempt, I may have had a closer look and taken a stab at Numbers 4, 10, 13, 16 and 20. And as it turned out we still managed to run fourth despite our three point penalty, and would have run second had I not outsmarted myself on a question about Oscar winning fillums.
PS: FX you swine. No wide-angle lens is wide-angled enough to capture in its entirety the vast magnitute of the Bartlett Pear Shaped booty. I'm still to work out what best to do with the stash.