University Challenged.
Watching both University
Challenge teams stare into the middle-distance as they struggled to identify an
audio clip of Manic Street Preachers last night amused me.
No idea. |
The screen-grab
above captures the precise moment a gap in their vast knowledge became apparent.
Well, nearly apparent. Durham Lloyd
eventually got it right, but not before a deathly silent twenty-second
void had passed. For a third of a minute, eight higher-educated faces
displayed the complete range and scope of negative emotions. Kübler-Ross’ Five Stages of Grief crossed their collective visage: from denial,
to anger, to bargaining, to depression and then acceptance. If Lloyd hadn’t
had a sudden burst of inspiration, I would have fist-pumped the air.
My unpleasantness is completely down to jealousy. I see myself as a reasonably intelligent
individual; until I switch to BBC2 at 8:00pm on a Monday night, that is. At
this point, thirty-three years of obsession for trivia goes out the
window. I revert to four-year-old me on my first day at school; I can
identify my parents on sight and that’s about it.
I don’t even like the Manic
Street Preachers. If anything, I resent the fact I recognised them so quickly.
That part of my brain should be set aside for something more valuable, like
remembering my Apple ID. I just wanted a moment’s victory; a brief instance of
one-upmanship over a group of students younger and cleverer than me. At
least I could identify Brand New Day by Sting. Durham couldn’t.
Still no idea. |
But is this really something to celebrate?