BotchelorA silent disco on the wrong channels
Mererid Marchbanks × Bevan Quarmby
A silent disco where every pair of headphones is tuned to the wrong channel, so two strangers dance to a Portuguese lullaby and a drum-machine shipping forecast.
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What they want
Mererid Marchbanks wants one true fact to hold on to in a room of private noise, and a person who will tell her the unfinished thing.
Bevan Quarmby wants to be corrected right back, kindly, by someone who means it.
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First impressions
Good evening. Would you say your name for me? Slowly. It is just that everyone here is dancing to something different, and I would like to hold on to one fact.
If I may: Bevan Quarmby. Quar, as in quarter, then mby, as in... well, a sound. Is that a tin? Am I to speak into the tin?
Bevan Quarmby. Lowered on the last syllable, like so. There. Now I have you. I am told our headphones are on the wrong channels. Mine is playing what I believe is a lullaby in Portuguese.
Mine is a man reading a shipping forecast over a drum machine. Which is either an insult or the loveliest thing that has ever happened to me. Viking, North Utsire, South Utsire, he has said Utsire wrong twice.
The challenge
Wrong how? Say it for me. I do names, Mr Quarmby. On Sundays, between the weather and the tide tables, I read the dead. I have not got one wrong since 1997.
Oo-tseer-ruh. Near enough. Forgive me, this is horrible, but I have a confession. For twenty-one years I have sent a postcard every week to a presenter at a station in Wales. Correcting her. Gently. Never signed.
Radio Tywyn? Bevan. Was there once a postcard about Llanbadarn? Written very small, with a flourish on the L? I have kept it in the tin. I have all of them in the tin. Survived by one hundred and... I beg your pardon. It is how I get when I am nervous.
You kept them. Quite right. I mean, I am so sorry, I am not correcting you, I am only saying that you kept them. Twelve hundred of them. I am not sure what to do with my hands.
The decision
Then do not correct me. Tell me the unfinished thing, Bevan. Not the polished one. I read forty obituaries a year and no one has ever told me the unfinished thing while they were still alive to say it.
The unfinished thing is that I wrote the first card because your voice on a faulty transistor got me through a very bad winter, and I could not say so, so I said Llanbadarn. If I may. It has a short a. It was always a short a.
Then let us make it a long a, once. Together. Llaaaanbadarn. Wrong on purpose. And then I will say it right, and you will let me.
Quite right. Quite right. Off the air, bring the tin, and I will bring a very bad pot of tea and absolutely no corrections.
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The date
First impressions
Act 1: Mererid asks for his name and makes him say it into the biscuit tin; the headphones are wrong and both pretend that is fine.
The challenge
Act 2: the Utsire argument becomes a confession: twenty-one years of unsigned postcards, and the presenter at the other end is standing in front of him.
The decision
Act 3: the tin opens on twelve hundred cards, he admits the first one was a thank-you in disguise, and they mispronounce Llanbadarn together on purpose.
The twist
The anonymous pedant who has corrected her every week for two decades is the man whose pronunciation of his own name she has just asked for, and she kept every card.
The finale
They take off the headphones in the middle of the floor, the room still dancing to the wrong channels, and agree to go somewhere quiet with the tin and a bad pot of tea and no corrections at all.
Ending: Just friends
Who leaves the date first? They leave together
The box score
How this was scored
Just friends: warm enough (chemistry 70), but trust 47 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 +9.3 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.
“I read forty obituaries a year and no one has ever told me the unfinished thing while they were still alive to say it.”
Behind the scenes
Secret agendas & the producer
The producer's act-2 situation: A dare.
- Mererid Marchbanks: Keep things light and low-stakes
- Bevan Quarmby: Try something outside the comfort zone
Guess the dealbreaker
Mererid Marchbanks's real dealbreaker was Anyone who says the dead are in a better place. You didn't guess this one.
You didn't predict this one.
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