For those not lucky enough to live under the sovereign majesty of you-know-who, University Challenge is something of an institution.
It’s been going since the 60s, when students were hairy and nerdy and the idea is that the universities of this green and pleasant (apart from some bits around Romford) land put forward teams of four to go head-to-head answering questions that are often so difficult that you phase out before they’ve even got three words in. ‘If x equals the time it takes to fly to the moon and back and y is a bag of crisps how many priests does it take to screw in a dildo?’ for instance.
Well, last night was the final, pitching an Oxford college against this pretty much untouchable Cambridge college headed by the man with the trophy, one Alex Guttenplan, who played the game almost single-handedly, referring to his team only if there was a question that had anything to do with culture.
What we also like about Guttenplan is that he has stood up to the vile Jeremy Paxman, even accusing him of not knowing how to pronounce some things, like last night when he tried ‘Bretagne’ when we have a perfectly good word for the place, namely Brittany. The ponce.
Anyways, two final things to mention: a). how hot is that team? Guttenplan may need to lose a few pounds but you can wrap the other two and we’ll take them as they are. And b). how lovely to have the country’s first lesbian Poet Laureate on to deliver the prize.
You see, it’s not all about Cheryl Cole.