Quiz - Object Writing July 25

admin July 25th, 2008

Holding stiff  tiles in hand with the secret code written onboard. Questions are thrown from the podium and caught by contestants like they were a life raft. Buzzers plunge and klaxons fill the air. The desk echoing with ferocity. Answers blurted out, vomited in the excitement of the moment. The other team being given an opportunity when the answer is incorrect. The audience, muttering, sitting attentive as a dog about to be walked.

 Studio lights are small suns burning overhead. The illusion is broken by the failure of a buzzer. The floor manager sweeps into view and a couple of technicians rush to the set, make up attendants douse the guests with a cloud of  make up , they were getting to the point of sweating. A few small adjustments to hair, buzzers working again. 

I’m sitting on a plastic seat and it’s the second show, after two and a half hours my bum is numb and I’ve had nothing to eat. My stomach is becoming a grand canyon within, a wide chasm, a body builders stretching machine. At least half an hour yet until the show is done. We have sworn secrecy , can reveal nothing until the show has gone to air - supposedly, but morsels will no doubt drop from the table of my mouth over the next week or so, at least there will be food in it!

My interest drives more toward the mechanics of making he program than the actual content now. I see production staff hanging about like muggers in an alley in the darkened wings, but straight ahead it’s all glitz and colour and personality, shining personalities competing with each other for attention, and don’t the crowd love it. There’s some bloke called Hamish - think he does a radio show, and there’s Myf of course, who’s now defected to MMM. Spicks and Specks.

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