A Bunthorne crossword is a work or art. The references are twice as esoteric as usual and the language dense and poetic.
For example :
"Well done, the solver ! That was Erin's stout assertion! (4,3,3)"Could have been part of a poem by WB Yates.
So you launch into a few dozen streams of thought that lead to dead-ends before hitting on the idea that Erin is another name for Ireland and "stout" refers to the beer and not the body-shape. And then you remember that Guinness was advertised as being "Good For You". Hard to describe the strange connection you feel with the clue-writer after he's led you on a journey like that.
The reason I mention this here is that Bunthorne's final puzzle appeared in today's Guardian. And although he died in August, he beat me again. Rest in Peace, mate.
WB Yeats my good man!
ReplyDeleteAnd I would not have got that in a million years. I doff my proverbial cap in the direction of Wilmslow.
Bunthorne was a bugger. Very much along the lines of Auraucaria.
The crossword we did in his honour was fiendish, just like he was. Long may his legacy last!