Salmonella of Knowledge, being the most tortured Eggheads/Mr. Brown’s Irish mythology comic crossover pun that I can think up

Now that a horrid week has passed, it seems reasonable to reflect on the recent appearance on teevee quiz show, Eggheads. Of course, the beebeecee have sworn us to secrecy, as much for our own good as theirs. It will, in all likelihood, be shown in the Summer, with everybody’s dignity carefully edited out.

The team of comic-creators (a title that I was gracefully extended by desperate team-mates) comprised myself, the incomprehensible Mr. Stephen Downey, the garrulous Mr. Holden, the gentlemanly Mr. Brown, and the always engaging Ms. Durkin. Mr. Largey acted as our reserve, although he is the least reserved person I have ever met.

The staff of beebeecee Scotland were all very gentle, as much as the building’s architecture suggested they would be a race of extra-terrestrial bureaucrats that would not allow us to breathe until we’d filled in the appropriate Human Oxygen/Carbon Dioxide Exchange Protocol forms, in triplicate. Our Italian meal that night was awful and the early starts unholy, but it was all worth it to beat my head against Eggheads’ deceptively creaky set and meet Mr. & Mrs. Scott, of New Escapologist and other, for the second time in five years.

Mr. Downey has provided enough photographic evidence for those who wish to pry. However, nobody yet seems to have put online the wonderful 2000AD cover parody that the team’s three artists put together.

In other news, I have added the first mini-essay in an irregular series called Words & Music, in which famous exclamations and gobbets about music will act as a springboard for a load of ‘oul nonsense.