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Sunday 29th November 2020
Sunday 29th November 2020

Sunday 29th November 2020

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It was recorded 16 months ago, so I couldn’t really remember much about it, but Tiffing Foint, Lucky Stars with Gen Shefhard was on tonight (spoilers coming) and we let Phoebe stay up to watch it. We learned that gravity is a cruel mistress and that there’s a fair degree of luck in the game, though was pleased to see my tactical play paid off. I managed to isolate what I considered my greatest opposition and judged correctly that the machine was not about to pay out and paid back Joe McFadden for appearing in the Crow Road in the mid-nineties, a drama in which Lee and Herring were unfairly besmirched. Revenge is a dish best served by a big machine operated by a man with a broom (he was very nice in real life) pushing counters off shelves. 
And yet I came very close to coming unstuck, as Olivia, who I think is smarter than she pretends to be, or perhaps knows, very nearly had a mega windfall that would have sent me spiralling out of the competition. And deservedly so, for taking it so seriously. It would have been a victory as glorious as one by Me20, the left-handed me and the nation would have rejoiced. 
Instead I came unstuck by choosing drop zone 3 rather than 4 or 1 (as any real fan of Tiffing Foint knows) for the Jackpot counter, having been swayed by the fact that there was more money to be won in 3, if I wasn’t lucky enough to win. Ben Shephard was surprised by my choice, but I don’t think it made that much odds. My bad luck came from counters going right instead of left, rather than having a wall to keep them in the right field of play. 
But there we go. I guessed my way through to all the answers and correctly ascertained that the jackpot counter would be trapped under its fellows and not fall even if I nudged it over the edge and walked away with £6000 for Scope. 
Which is not a bad result. I couldn’t really gamble with their money. 
Ben is an amazing host of this bizarre, but actually gripping show. He was a very good sport given how much I had taken the piss out of the show, but look how quickly I stopped taking the mickey and was totally into it. And the crew and whole team were so lovely. The robe I won is my back up dressing gown and very nice. 
I’d had a terrific day with the family and enjoyed making them a slap up Sunday roast and playing the Taskmaster board game with Phoebe (whilst Ernie tried to make off with the tiny pretend trophy) and going to the park.
The Mes and I spent an hour or so signing all the snooker kickstarter merch. I think this might be the best one we’ve ever done and that the sticker album might be my greatest ever creation. You're going to regret not getting involved in this if you didn't. Would have been a great narcissistic thing for Taskmaster. Ah well. I do regret not working harder on the the first round items, but in typical fashion I had been more keen to show what a good boy I was and get all my choices in quickly, rather than really thinking about ways I could defeat the others. There’s a couple of good ones still to come though. 


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