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'University Challenged: Week Thirty-Three' (02.04.18)


I’ve grown bored of University Challenge of late, yet I still for the most part watch and live-tweet it.

Part of the problem stems from feeling the BBC are currently getting Quizzy Monday wrong (in the much same way Alan Partridge expressed anger at Lynn, Michael and Michael’s friend Tex for getting James Bond wrong); Only Connect always felt like the sorbet dessert to University Challenge’s slightly stodgy main course, and now they’ve been switched, UC feels positively miserable in its new position.

It doesn’t help that Paxman is so rude and unprofessional; I don’t understand how he gets away with it, yet get away with it he still tends to. It’s like he doesn’t want to be there and feels the need to make this as clear as possible; people have been sacked for less.

Despite going off the whole thing, here are today’s tweets: 

Newcastle Vs. Fitzwilliam - Cambridge (02.04.18)

8:33PM: Lowery tells the time solely by sundial, but is deeply suspicious of it.

8:34PM: The longer you look, the closer Oxlade's eyes get.

8:34PM: If you're young and wear a bow tie, you shouldn't.

8:35PM: Little known fact: Lowery's wearing tracksuit bottoms.

8:38PM: Lowery owns a zoetrope in place of a television.

8:39PM: Howe's shirt's been through the wash too many times.

8:43PM: Lowery likes to unwind by playing the spinet.

8:44PM: No-one has ever said Lesbos with such authority.

8:45PM: I was going to make a joke about Lowery using a fob watch, then I noticed the chain and realised he DOES use a fob watch.

8:49PM: Lowery once got such a huge static shock while getting out of a car, he flew fifty foot into the air and was unconscious for three weeks.

8:52PM: Lowery's flesh visibly steams when he walks in a Sports Direct.

8:53PM: Lowery's as brittle as a Kendal mint cake.

8:55PM: Lowery has a note from his mum excluding him.

8:59PM: Imagine Lowery walking around Newcastle.

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