And the winner is...not us!

A rather wonky blip from a fun evening at the pub quiz. We mainly go to this particular pub for the delicious spare ribs. However we are getting progressively more useless at the quiz. The quizmaster is a guy in his 30s who wears an anorak, writes out all the increasingly difficult questions in longhand in an exercise book, and insists on marking all the answer sheets himself. As a result the quiz takes bloody hours!

Our team, Schnauzermums, was second to last at the end of round one. We had a better next round, and were rather pleased with our score (including full marks for naming five Tudor monarchs, earning a ! from the mighty quizmaster). However, we ended up last at the end of this round.

So we had another beer, played (a bad) round three and then slunk off into the night before the final scores (and our ignominious defeat) were announced!