Silverware. Well, nearly.

Our very first Quiz Night ever.

Alex Mac has organised this outing and our team specialities are English literature, Science (particularly computer science, maybe physics and maths and a bit of biology, physiology, psychology and a smidgeon of chemistry,) possibly music, art, cinema, horticulture, people and places. We know we are going to die if we get Geography, Politics, Celebrities, current tv, current anything if the truth be told, and definitely History.

Sport is definitely dodgy too.
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When we arrive at the salle de reunion in Margon we are rather too prompt - by 25 minutes at least. We have only one option, the bar.

Bad idea.

We discover that the Exocet missile in the quiz world is The Joker. You use it when you are presented with a category you feel will play to your strengths and each successful point is doubled. We discuss our strategy and decide we will hoard our Joker til "literature" or "science" comes up. At this point we shall play it and go for the kill, or look stupid.

Luckily, the second option never raises its head as neither literature nor science ever makes an appearance (surely some mistake, ed). We keep our joker up our sleeves til we're forced to play it in the final round.

General Knowledge. Oh dear. The bran tub of life.

We finish a miraculously unlikely second, mutely relieved that our academic and professional literary or scientific qualifications hadn't been tested. Phew! We triumphed, peculiarly, because we scored a perfect Bo Derek "10" on The Natural World, largely because Lizzie intuited that a red kngaroo could run the spots off a red deer. Who'd have thought it?

We were all appalled to find out just how competitive we were. And we love our tricolour ribbons on our shiny medals. Ouiiiiiii!