Sian, Alex and I have taken part in the Queen’s monthly pub quiz for the past 15ish months. Other people have joined our team; Dan was a founder member but then he moved to Shrewsbury, Sian’s cousin has joined us on occasion and we have recently recruited John and Adam. There are serious gaps in our knowledge – mainly sport . . . . none of us being particularly up on football, and our policy of answering football questions with Aston Villa as a stock answer doesn’t always work out. Last month Sian wrote a brilliant report on the quiz exploits – you can read it here – the monthly report falls on my shoulders this time.
Firstly there are constants with our quiz team; someone, usually Sian and myself bring sweets. This month the tally included milk chocolate buttons, white chocolate buttons, dolly mixtures and Kinder Surprise eggs. I think the thinking is partly to sweeten the quiz mistress, but also to keep our sugar levels well and truly sky high. The baton of writing down our answers gets passed between us but sometimes the answer sheets are wrestled away from those people (I’m not naming names) who don’t spell things properly. There’s also lots of tangential thinking – none of which helps with the quiz. Gems from this week include “Dawn French has been dating”, Qu. “Which beetle was regarded as divine by the Ancient Egyptians?” Ans: “George Harrison” Qu. “Who invented the bouncing bomb?” Ans: “Mr Bouncing”, “Are you familiar with a dartsboard?”. There was also a discussion prompted by a question on the nationality of Gloria Estefan of other popstars that have been involved in tour bus crashes (Bucks Fizz) – from which we ended up commenting on Simon Le Bon’s capsized yacht (Drum) and Brian Harvey managing to run over his own leg. Sian’s gift of Kinder eggs also threw up a statuette of 2 seals – who could be described as amorous, which prompted a slew of captions to go alongside none of which can be recounted here. Someone who we knew turned up at the bar in a Cyberdog t-shirt – cue mirth from my corner and bemused looks from the others – Sian now understands as I sent her a link to the Cyberdog shop. Sian has already described the interval sandwiches on her blog – suffice to say they appeared again, were duly opened and turned into paprika crisp, cheese and onion sandwiches and Sian and I recoiled in horror. A standard monthly quiz. We never win, we’re always mid table. This month we had 1 disastrous round but the others were pretty good – we named 9 of 10 English counties on a map (Greater Manchester being our downfall, despite all of us knowing that we were looking for the county in which Manchester sits), we knew the latin for blackcurrant, we knew Barry Manilow’s birth name and we knew the metric equivalent of 1.7598 pints.