Where was Edward Elgar born?
I know this, my parents live in Worcester and you can’t move for statues, walks and streets named after the composer. “I’m sure it’s Worcester,” I say, before adding, “Well, I think it is.” And then, “Do you know, it might be Canterbury.” I’m like a striker who’s lost his confidence in front of goal and just needs one to go in off my rear end. “Okay, let’s go with Worcester,” says Lee, sensing I might just know what I’m on about. I get a nod when sheets are exchanged and the answers revealed. I’m on the board. Unfortunately I’m soon off it. I don’t know which musical was notorious for introducing nudity to London theatre-goers in 1968; I don’t know which British motor manufacturer introduced Henry Ford’s production methods here; and I don’t know what was the weight of gold that came to Solomon in one year. (Hair, William Morris and 666 talents of gold, in case you didn’t know.) Thankfully, in spite of me, the team is on a roll. Lee and Steve know some terrifically obscure stuff, and th
