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Monday, 12 September 2022

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 12th September, 2022

12th September, 2022.


Yes: I’m expecting an — ha! — affordable delivery, today.

I’ve got the Patrick Troughton Second Doctor story, The Abominable Snowmen, on route from Amazon.

It’s one of the lost serials.   

And one that’s been reconstructed.

Thanks to some clever animation: and audio captured by fans when the shows were originally broadcast in the 1960s.

It should be an interesting watch, and interesting set of reviews … 

And possibly an interesting unboxing video.

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Sunday, 12 September 2021

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 12th September, 2021.

12th September, 2021.


Nice things and sad things … nice … and sad … … 

Did you ever hear about the Crucible Curse?

Basically?   Any snooker player that wins the World Championship won’t win the year afterwards.

Oh, they’ll win again: Steven Hendry, Steve Davis, Ronnie O’Sullivan, Ray Reardon, have all won multiple times.

Just not the year after their first win.

It’s supposed to be a largely psychological thing.

If I’ve understood it, a player’s first win at Snooker’s biggest event is partially a result of them have low expectations.

And therefore no pressure.

The second year … ?   There’s tons of stress … as everyone’s got their eyes on the defending champion.

So … ?

I heard the news, this morning, that the UK’s Emma Raducanu has won the women’s Championship in New York.

As a qualifier: a complete unknown, coming out of nowhere, and winning the event without dropping a set.

Good for her.

But … ?

I’m thinking the Crucible Curse — or, at least, a tennis equivalent — might come into effect, here.

Can she win the next big event?

Given she’s won this?

Good luck on that Front, Emma.

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Sad things … sad things … 

Did you ever hear of a Spanish singer called María Mendiola?


She was one half of Baccara: the duo that had a huge hit, back in the day, with Yes Sir, I Can Boogie: and died, last night, at the age of 69.

That’s sad: especially when you consider 69 is no age at all!

The least I can do … ?   Is play that song.

It only seems right.


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Saturday, 12 September 2015

The Daily Teaser — 12-9-2015

You know, I have to admit to being a touch … tired.

After all, I was working until 12:30, last night.

It’s left me feeling a touch … 

Well, yes, tired!

Especially as I’m back in at 12:30, today.

Which I know makes me sound like a hinging pom, but there you go.   Hinging?   Whinging … !

At ANY rate, last night … ?

At any rate, and quite strangely, last night was a fun evening: certainly from where I’m sitting.

Just don’t ask about happy bunny jumps … 

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