Readers not yet in the tertiary stages of Alzheimer’s Disease will recall that a couple of months ago I conducted a contest where comment box participants were invited to nominate how long Tim Blair could last without mentioning his bete noire Margo Kingston.
Sadly, all my records on entrants’ nominations for the contest were sucked into a cyber netherworld with the demise of the “cyberfuddle” version of Troppo Armadillo shortly afterwards, so I have no way of knowing definitively who actually won the contest (assuming there’s only one contestant left). Certainly, I haven’t noticed a single reference to Margo (even obliquely) on Tim’s blog since he swore never to mention her again. On the other hand, I don’t read his comment box very carefully at all, because it’s so full of contributions by the sorts of appalling people anyone sensible would do almost anything to avoid. Nevertheless, unless any reader can refer me to a specific instance of a Blair infraction of his Margo resolution, I propose to judge the contest without further ado.
Gummo Trotsky nominated the “high field” (i.e. higher than the highest specific number of days or weeks nominated by any other contestant). After some hesitation about whether this was the type of devious, smartarse tactic I should endorse, I decided I could live with it.
As far as I know, the highest specific nomination was Ron Mead, who reckoned Tim B would last 6 weeks. As that period has well and truly passed (the contest was initiated on the old blog, and the new blog commenced operations at its present “digs” on 4 June, which is in itself more than 6 weeks ago), I now declare Gummo the winner. I thnk I’ll make the prize a bottle of reasonably respectable wine valued at $15-20 retail or so, although how I’ll actually get it to Gummo without spending even more on postage is another question.
As a matter of natural justice, given that Gummo’s “high field” nomination was essentially dodgy (if brazen enough to merit being rewarded), I also award a consolation prize to Ron Mead of a bottle of slightly less respectable wine (valued at $10-12 or so). In Ron’s case I’ll be in a position to award the prize personally, because I’m coming down to Sydney in early November for my dad’s 80th birthday.
Now for a new contest. I’ve been inspired by Christopher Sheil’s Bullshit Bingo post immediately below. The new TA contest is a challenge to readers to fit all 25 “bullshit” words or phrases into a single sentence. Naturally the sentence will need to be compound, even convoluted, but that’s entirely consistent with the pretentious bullshit tradition. The sentence must, however, be grammatical. Should there be more than one correct entry, the winner will be judged by the TA team (myself, Chris, Geoff and Wayne) based on our subjective assessment of (1) elegance and (2) humorous content. The judges’ decision will be final. Entries will close one week precisely from the date of this post.
PS – Any of the nominated judges are at liberty to enter the contest, but a judge who does so will be required to stand aside from the judging panel. Nemo debet esse judex in propria causa.