directions e-mail us
home members contact specials links
 
2006- New Conker Queen is Crowned

At the end of a night of high-drama, Australian Jo 'Bundy' Rasmussen was crowned 2006 Office Pub Austrian Conkers Champion. In beating Peter 'The Pikey' Clancy in the final, Jo became the second girl to win the Championship, receiving her trophy from the inaugural winner, Martina, to rapturous applause.

After a laborious few hours drilling, knotting and stringing the nuts, twelve contestants registered for the Championship. The first round comprised three groups of four, each player playing each other once to decide who would advance to the second stage: the top two went through. Group A, headed by Martina, also contained Klara, Jo and Peter. Group B was a strictly family affair, with German Scouse, Bernie, joined by his Liverpudlian wife, Yvonne, and her visiting parents Jean and Bill. Group C was fronted by 2005 semi-finalist Elke, who would compete with husband Tim, Stefan and perennial Chav host, Dom.

The first match saw reigning champ, Martina, take on debutant Klara in a dour affair, which Martina won. Matches then began in earnest all over the pub, accompanied by not a few looks of incredularity from non-nut-swinging guests. Peter was the man in form, winning all of his matches in good style, including a Stampsies against Jo. However, the Aussie was not to be distracted, and she went on to secure victories against Martina and a luckless and pointless, Klara, who learned some grim lessons about competing at this level. Martina’s victory in the first game was the last she would manage this year; the 2005 Queen of Conkers was to be eliminated after the first round. Peter and Jo were through to the next round.

Bernie’s group soon got into their stride. Bill, in particular, swung some accurate conkers and forced numerous windmills, but was unlucky to lose his first two matches. It was Bernie who showed the best form, winning all his fixtures to top the group. Yvonne was beaten by her mum but beat her dad, and Bill deservedly got a point in winning the matrimonial battle with his wife, Jean. Problem: three players with a single victory. It was left to Bernie to decide who, in his opinion, was the best player and who would advance. On family grounds he bottled out. By group consensus and owing to his aggressive style of play, Bill went forward into round 2.

Elke took on Dom in the first match of Group C and it was the northern Chav who turned it on to take the point. Stefan then beat Tim but was beaten by Elke. With Tim beating Dom, every player had one point from two games and it was all on the last two battles. In the tightest of the groups, Dom beat Stefan to partly avenge his loss to the same player in the Sunday League Darts Grand Final. Tim beat Elke in the second of the night’s Married Matches, and both Englishmen went through.

The second round comprised two groups of three, the winners of each group to contest the best-of-three final. Sadly there were no Austrians through to the second round, a clear disappointment for the increasingly bemused crowd. The first group contained Dom, Jo and the as-yet-but-soon-not-to-be undefeated Bernie. Dom beat Bernie and Jo beat Dom leaving us with the possibility of all three players ending equal. However, there followed what proved to be the most bizarre moment in a night of many. Bernie, thinking he had dislodged Jo’s conker, duly shouted stampsies and brutally cruched the fallen horse-chestnut underfoot. Sadly for him it was his own weapon that had fallen and he had destroyed his chances of a spot in the final. That spot went to a delighted Jo.

The second group was an all male affair between the unbeaten Peter, Bill and Tim. Bill continued his run of bad luck and was beaten by Peter in the opening group fixture. Peter then took on Tim, both players in possession of ‘3ers’, conkers that had survived two previous battles. With such a clash of titan conkers, something had to give, specifically Tim’s orb, which was sent to the Great Horse-Chestnut in the sky. With two straight victories, Peter was through to the final, was still unbeaten, and was in possession of a ‘7er’, the most powerful conker in Office history. A daunting task awaited Jo in the final.

Following the ceremonial pomp demanded by such a prestigious sporting event and delivered with aplomb by Master-of-Ceremonies Dom, we were underway. Jo won the opening paper-scissors-stone game to claim first hit (a game that Elke had somewhat randomly added ‘well’ to earlier in the day). Both players looked determined, particularly ‘The Pikey’, whose facial expressions suggested he was expecting the final to deteriorate into a bare-knuckle affair. The Irishman took the first round after severely damaging Jo’s nut with stampsies, to retain his incredible unbeaten record. Peter made the decision to continue with his now ‘8er’. Would Jo fold? Would she bollocks. The Australian showed typical antipodean grit and determination (somewhat lacking from her countryman’s cricket side in the 2005 Ashes, which, incidentally, they lost to England). After a crack soon appeared in Peter’s King Conker, Jo pounced and forced the decider. As is the convention, Jo’s new conker became a ‘9er’ and the new record holder.

The atmosphere in the pub was electric as, after a short break, the players began the last game of the Championship. The game kicked off with both players necking a small beer before battle commenced. The last game was nip and tuck, with both players conker’s showing increasing signs of damage. It could have gone either way, fitting after such a fabulous contest, but it was Jo ‘Bundy’ Rasmussen who held her nerve (and the new record holding ‘10er’) to take the title. Peter was devastated, now having been runner-up in both Conkers and Darts, but he took his defeat (moderately) well and congratulated the new champ who received her trophy from the outgoing champion, Martina.

We have now had two girls as winners and it will be up to the men to pull something big out of their trousers at next year’s event. Congratulations to Jo, the deserved winner. We hope she will handle the fame, fortune and everything else that goes with becoming The Office Pub Conkers Champion with the same gravity and respect afforded by Martina.

And that was it. Another legendary night. Thanks to all that took part, to Dom for hosting (again) and to the sizeable crowd who lent their support and encouragement so generously. The photos will be up soon.

Quotes of the day

“I couldn’t do this with my kids in England because it’s banned” - Yvonne
“What’s the age limit?” – Bernie
“It’s not quite hard enough” – Bill
“I’m not doing this for me, but for men everywhere” – Peter (prior to the deciding final game)
“Stampsies nearly destroyed me. Next year I’m wearing stilettos” – Jo
“I fookin’ luv it me” – Dom
“Can we go home now, I’m hungry?” - Elke


2005 - Graz Girl Claims Inaugural Title

The event kicked off a little behind schedule due to the generally lethargic approach to life adopted by most of the competitors. Dom Giovanni officiously read the rules of the competition before announcing who would face who in the initial group stage. Sixteen Conkerers (Dom, Martina, Tim, Elke, Cam, Ade, Audrey, Rob, Jo, Daniel, Keith, Jan, Peter, Guy, Dave and our webmaster, Jim the Bubble), coming from as far afield as Australia (who we beat in the Ashes), comprised four groups each containing four contestants.

After a brief spell of confusion we were right into it and the floor was soon awash with decimated conker fragments. Microphone commentary, of a generally high standard throughout, was shared by event referee Dom and an increasingly inebriated Peter Clancy. The initial group stage saw less experienced contestants coming to grips with the complex Laws of the game.

The first non-conker-to-conker decimation by 'Stampsies' (Law 36 Subsection 3c) was delivered by a delirious Tim to a clearly distressed Jo, who might have been served better by saying "No Stampsies"*. This starkly demonstrated to all the roller-coaster emotions of the game. Other highlights were the play of Elke, who was the only unbeaten player in the group stage, the supremely tactical (i.e. long) game between Cam and Audrey, and an inordinately long telephone converstion by Guy, which delayed the completion of the group stage. After the round-robin, eight had to go.

The quarter finals saw the first dream fixture, a 'Spouse in the House' affair between Cam (US) and Ade (ENG) in which the American triumphed. Early crackage was skillfully exploited by Dom (ENG) as he beat Tim (ENG) in the second match, an all-England (who won the Ashes) affair. Elke (AUT) suffered her first defeat, eliminated at the hands of an increasingly confident Martina (AUT) in the local Derby. The last quarter saw an aggressive Rob (ENG) take out a somewhat bemused Daniel (GER). Bring on the semi's.

The tension was bearable as the draw for the semi-finals was made using the Internationally ratified but complex First-Letter-Of-Name-On-Scrap-Of-Paper method. A girl-on-girl affair, between Cam and Martina, and the Chav-on-Chav encounter of Dom and Rob ensured a battle of the sexes in the final. Both semi-finals were to see moments of high drama and not inconsiderable physical pain. The girls game was a deeply tactical affair, with both players frequently threatening to hit their opponents conker before skillfully adjusting their shots so as to narrowly miss but frighten the opposing nut. Peter's commentary lifted the crowd during passages of play that were strictly for the purist. Martina won the end game but not after delivering a compound fracture of the hand to Cam as the latter tried to protect her conker from 'Stampsies'(*).

The lads game was always likely to draw a big crowd to watch the Midlands vs. The North clash. Differing styles were apparent, Rob using his height and aggresion to attack the top of his opponents conker, and Dom favouring the tactic of peering unendingly at his conker every time the bastard was hit. The game was fairly evenly balanced when Dom lost his grip and Rob pounced for 'Stampsies'. A counter shout of 'No Stampsies' by Dom looked to be ignored as the floored nut received a critical shoeing. Although Dom's conker remained on the string, the writing was on the floor and it was all over shortly after. Dom was left with a sour taste in the mouth as he realised his dream was dead for a year. Rob didn't give a shit. He was there with a chance to adorn the Garland of Conkers, to lift the slightly abstract Conker Cup and to win the not-inconsiderable purse of 24 euros.

To fully highlight the magnitude of the event, Peter did what any of us would have done in his place - he dimmed the main lights and turned the red spotlight on. An increasingly pissed crowd looked on with anticipation and mild envy as the finalists downed a free half pint, a Law (41 subsection 2g) recently introduced to the Styrian game. It was a short affair taking little more than a minute or so, although to the contestants it must have seemed like a lifetime. In a blur of string, conker and emotion Martina had done it, she had done what hundreds of thousands of children dream of, she became a Conker legend. The crowd went madder and cheered and shouted, mainly for more drink.

The official event was bought to a close with Dom presenting the Garland and Conker Cup to his wife, a deserving Champion. Martina returned to the bar and spent her winnings on a round of schnaps for all competitors except Peter who had one anyway. And that was it, the end of the first conker championship.

There is a conker championship on the second Sunday in October every year at the office.

the office pub  © Copyright 2009, design, creation and upkeep by J. Stathopoulos, D. Rohm & T. Johnson
e-mail: office@theofficepub.at