BotchelorA sticky dive bar on trivia night
Anselm Brindlecott × Philomena Strutt
A sticky dive bar on trivia night, house red tasting faintly of radiator
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What they want
Anselm Brindlecott wants someone to finally look at the photographs
Philomena Strutt wants a lot she can bid on without checking the reserve
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First impressions
Excuse me, is this seat taken, or has it been counted already? I only ask because I have been burned by miscounts.
Darling, in my trade every seat is a lot and every lot has a reserve. Sit. You have the look of a man who has been left on a platform.
Platform, no. Park bench. I count pigeons for the council, and in 2019 someone recounted my flock and found four fewer. I have not been the same.
Four fewer! Scandalous. I once sold a lot of forty-one umbrellas and the catalogue said forty. I wrote to the Tube. They never answered. Tell me you were right.
The challenge
I was right. I have photographs. Timestamped. Madam, nobody has asked to see the photographs in five years.
Then show me, lot by lot, and I shall bid on every one. Order us something terrible to drink first.
Lot one: pigeon number 114, named Gerald, left wing notch. Opening bid, a hearing. Also the house red, which tastes of a radiator.
Sold, to the woman in the good coat, for one full hearing and a second glass. Gerald has a lovely notch. Do all your birds have names?
The decision
All four hundred and six. Except the four that went missing. I never named them; I think that is why I minded.
Oh, my dear. Unnamed lots are the ones that haunt a person. Let us name them now: Hope, Lost, Property, and Dave.
Dave is a fine name. Philomena, may I laminate you a copy of the photographs? Say yes, and I will bring them Thursday.
Thursday. Bring the laminate, and a name for the fifth pigeon you will inevitably lose. Lot closed, darling.
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The date
First impressions
A seat is claimed and a grievance about miscounts is aired
The challenge
Pigeons are auctioned lot by lot, Gerald fetching a full hearing
The decision
The four unnamed birds are named, one of them Dave
The twist
The man who counts everything admits he minded the four missing birds because he never named them
The finale
A promise of laminated photographs and a name for the next pigeon, and a dive bar that did not mind
Ending: Just friends
Who leaves the date first? They leave together
The box score
How this was scored
Just friends: warm enough (chemistry 69), but trust 50 never got there. Endings read where the numbers finished, not how far they moved. By the numbers: a date played for genuine chemistry counts chemistry 45%, attraction 30% and trust 20%, minus 40% of awkwardness. This one came out +5.7 against an ordinary date: friends needs +11.0, a second date +16.0. Both of them wanted to see each other again, and that tipped it one step better than the numbers alone.
“Unnamed lots are the ones that haunt a person.”
Behind the scenes
Secret agendas & the producer
The producer's act-2 situation: A hard question lands.
- Anselm Brindlecott: Avoid talking about work
- Philomena Strutt: Find someone genuinely funny
Guess the dealbreaker
Anselm Brindlecott's real dealbreaker was Anyone who feeds pigeons bread. You didn't guess this one.
You didn't predict this one.
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