Thought it was about time I produced a new post, (i) because I really ought to, and (ii) because It gets a tad borin’ copy-pasting old posts and reformatting them. Due to lack of time, though, I haven’t actually written anything.
Hmm…
Time for a quiz, then! Having been a member of a quiz group—hosting live quizzes in a chat-room—for years, I have quite a few kicking about. Unlike live quizzes, where speed is of the essence, and participants haven’t got time (theoretically at least) to google, a static quiz is open to such, however. That narrows down a tad, the types of questions I can use (in order that folks use brains, not search engines), but I’ve found twenty cryptics on the subject of titles. That should be good enough to fox Google. 
Just jot your answers down and let me have them by email or via the contact form on my ‘About‘ page. I’ll send you a reply with your score and the correct answers to any you pass or get wrong and, if I get enough responses, I’ll set up a scores-table. Please, don’t put your answers in the comments for others to see! I’ll delete or edit any (on this one subject only—this isn’t a habit!) comments which contain clues or answers.
Anyway, here’s the quiz. The subject is ‘Titles’, remember.
—Daz
- A mud-foot’s twelve-bar lament, from the king.
- It’s a breeze, with waxy light.
- The welly, says Fritz. Or so we hear.
- Chamber for paranoia attacks.
- Justice for narcissists?
- Change trains at Paris, or Boulogne.
- Old seaman’s hoar-frost.
- Meet our our sons: Cobalt, Sky, Cyan and Cerulean.
- 54° on Sunset Boulevard.
- Ex-PM’s ma raises patellas.
- Funny physics, crazy chemistry or barmy biology perhaps.
- Ban trade with swiss mountain.
- Gunpowder-plotter and Barbies.
- Nocturnal stocking-holder, we hear.
- Gandalf becomes citizen down under.
- Bolster conversation.
- George Bernard’s leg receives divine forgiveness.
- Sir Lancelot, we hear, watches Aida.
- Discussion with a haemophage.
- Carmine Bashful, or ruby Sleepy.
