Everyone – and I mean everyone – has been waiting for this moment impatiently and, in some cases, violently. I am pleased to now be able to bring the impatience and the violence to an end, with the release of the answers to last month’s Pouring Beans crossword.
Back in early March, I stated very clearly that there were “no prizes”, but then shortly afterwards in the comments I appear to have also promised everyone prizes, so I suppose we’d better go ahead and analyse the entries that have been submitted.
Kev made a very good attempt in which he got all the answers right. His handwriting (or “handers writers”) was a bit messy but it would be churlish to deny him a prize on that basis, so a prize it is for him.
Ian made what I can only describe as an avant garde attempt at the crossword, getting only five of the twelve clues right, but redeeming himself with clear typography and also a very enjoyable drawing of a stickman with a ladder. On that basis I think he also has to get a prize.
So, with all the formalities out of the way, it just remains for me to offer my congratulations to the winners, whose prizes are now on the way, and to thank you all for taking part. Thank you. No, no, thank YOU.
12 comments on “Crossword answers”
The bit where I won a prize, for me, was the best bit.
Hopefully it won’t spoil your enjoyment if I tell you that your prize is actually not on the way because I have done precisely naff all about getting you one.
Nothing is ever on its way to me, I’ve come to understand this. It’ll arrive when it’s ready. My flat is pretty hard to find after all. Will it be coming by some kind of flighty pigeon?
That’s not true. A lot of spoons have found you without much difficulty.
True, very true. There’s still a shortage but I think I’m learning to cope.
I still need an answer about that lofty pigeon though.
Where are our prizes? This is all turning out a bit ‘Saint King TM’ if you ask me.
Your prizes will arrive soon. Probably tomorrow. Depending on delivery times.
(Isn’t it lovely when you pressure a friend into giving you free stuff?)
About bloody time, you ill-fitting pair of jeans of a man!
Oh, man. That was the last thing I needed. I was already feeling a bit low because you both got great prizes and I didn’t, and now you’re calling me an ill-fitting pair of jeans of a man? I thought you knew that my uncle’s third cousin was killed by an ill-fitting pair of jeans when I was just a child. This is too much. This is all too much. I feel massively triggered. I literally can’t even.
I literally read that paragraph of writing and now I’m literally writing this in response to it.
Thank you, I get that a lot (especially from my MASSIVE COLLECTIONS OF… sorry, from all tha ladies).