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Wednesday, August 01, 2007

I remember it well....

I sometimes wonder at my brain's capacity for storing information of patently little use. Yes, it's a talent that occasionally serves me well in pub quizzes and Trivial Pursuit, but in the main it's a total waste of time. I can't help but think that all that space in my head could be better used.

Here's an example: I went to they gym this evening to go for a swim. I parked my car and wandered into reception. I was planning to rent a towel, so instead of pushing straight on down to the changing rooms, I walked over to the reception desk. Just in front of me was a short-ish, chubby-ish guy. I didn't catch what he said, but I did hear the receptionist asking what his name was. He gave it, and the receptionist let him through the gates and into the main body of the gym. It was a slightly unusual name.

So far so unremarkable.

The thing is though, that hearing his name had made me stop dead in my tracks. The reason? I remembered him. I'd never met him before in my life, but I knew him.

Rewind to 1995. I am studying for a Masters degree in Medieval Studies and am living in a postgraduate hall on the edge of the main campus. As you might expect, the postgrads living in the hall were an interesting mix of nationalities... German, Portuguese, Rwandan, Canadian, Greek... all sorts. As chance would have it though, my next door neighbour was from Bolton studying archeology.

Are you paying attention at the back?

Will, my next door neighbour, had completed his undergraduate degree at Birmingham University, so when he saw that they were featured on the new series of University Challenge and that one of his mates was the team captain, he made sure we all made it to the TV room in time to watch it.

His mate was a bit of a character. He had long-ish, curly hair and although I can't remember if his team won or lost, I do remember that he had managed to get under Jeremy Paxman's skin... for all sorts of reasons, I'm sure, but the one I remember most clearly is that he stopped Paxman mid-question to wonder whether, in fact, he should be asking a starter for 10.

"This is a starter for 10!" brayed Paxman.

I don't know why that's been stuck in my head for the last 12 years, but it has.

The bloke who wound up Jeremy Paxman? It was the same bloke who was in front of me in the gym this evening. A bit older, a bit balder and a little fatter perhaps, but very much the same person. Besides, how many other people have such a distinctive name. I nearly tapped him on the shoulder to remark upon this. I wondered if it would make his day if I mentioned something that happened to him back in the day. Perhaps it would have done, but I hesitated and the moment passed.

Still, if he or any of his friends happen to do a spot of ego-surfing on Google at any point in the near future...... Aeneas Rotsos, I remember your TV appearance very clearly and I salute you!

Mind you, as he appears to work for the BBC, perhaps this is no big deal for him. Perhaps Paxman put in a word for him after he made such an impression? Who knows, eh? What I do know is that I'm sure that if didn't use my grey matter to store nuggets of information like this, then I might perhaps have been able to put my mind to something really difficult.

Cryptic crosswords, perhaps. It would have been really nice to be good at them......

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10 Comments:

  • At 9:59 pm, Blogger Cat said…

    I've said this before - every song lyric I've ever heard is imprinted on my memory. I also have a remarkable memory for clothes - mine and other people's. Both extremely useless. Faces though? No chance.

     
  • At 11:18 pm, Blogger swisslet said…

    name recognition first, which prompted a second look at the man himself. I'd never have picked him out of a lineup.

     
  • At 1:34 am, Blogger Crucifer said…

    Useless information? I can calculate THAC0 off the top of my head - a handy talent, once upon a time...

    Faces... I once spent a half hour checking out this 60 year old woman sat next to me at the bus stop. I was safely on the bus when I realised she was my primary school teacher. Again, the moment had passed and I missed my chance.

     
  • At 11:29 am, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I was at University with him

    We used to call him Anus Ratsarse. Nice huh?

     
  • At 12:14 pm, Blogger swisslet said…

    Well, I think it's a brilliant name.

     
  • At 5:17 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I don't think I am bald (just my hair is now a lot shorter) and I am also six foot tall - so I don't think I am short unless you are a giant. But it's nice to know that someone apart from my mum remembers my University Challenge appearances. PS We lost in the quarter final. PPS If you see Will say hello I haven't seen him in 12 years.

     
  • At 5:26 pm, Blogger swisslet said…

    shorter hair? yeah, I suppose that works. I remember it being a shock of curly hair from the telly, is all.

    As for me being a giant, well.... 5 inches taller than you.

    I have no idea why it has stuck in my head, but I did very much enjoy your performance on University Challenge back in the day, and it was slightly odd moment for me when you mentioned your name to that girl in the gym and the penny dropped.

    Anyway.

    If you're distressed by this appearing in google, let me know and I'll blip out your name or summit.

    I've not seen Will in a little while either, although last time I did see him, he was married and had a beautiful daughter.

     
  • At 5:44 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Your page was something people pointed out to me as something I might enjoy reading that's why I was bit surprised to read my name. But as far as being worried about my name being on the web. It already is and is heard every day on BBC radio in Nottingham so I am not bothered. Good luck with the blog.

     
  • At 7:29 pm, Blogger swisslet said…

    actually, now I think about it, the last time I saw Will, he was living in Nottingham.

    So why haven't I seen him in 10 years?

    Hm

    Good question.

    I suppose this all goes to show that I'll have to listen to BBC Nottingham a bit more often then, eh?

     
  • At 11:34 am, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I remember Anaeas Rotsos when he was a fellow contestant on Blockbusters. A thoroughly nice chap he was too.

     

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