We got to the final. I was excited. Our opponents were generally much older than us (we ranged from 13 - that'd be me - up to about 15) and I thought we'd had it. A sport round, we did okay but didn't win. A books round, we did better and won. The rounds were going to them, to us, we were fairly evenly matched.
The last round was films. If this was a movie of my life, there'd be a montage here but the question-master cleared his throat, picked up his sheaf of questions and looked at us. We looked back at him. My team-mates looked at me. I tried not to look worried.
There were ten questions in the round, as I recall. I don't remember what seven of them were about but the last three were based on "E.T." Out of everyone in the room, I was the only person who'd seen it.
We won the cup and I was absolutely thrilled.
Me, my much loved ZX81, a TV you had to tune to the stations and the cup. Those were the days... |
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