Archive for April, 2010

Thursdays = PUB QUIZ!

We all hate Mondays..

It signals that start of yet another week of work/school, until that foreboding ‘Friday Feeling’…

But just before I resign my brain cells to a weekend of respite … I hit the PUB QUIZ!

I tag along with my boyfriend and another couple to the Seven Stars, Brockton, Staffs, our weekly haunt on a Thursday for our fix of all things ‘quiz-ical?!’ …

We take full advantage of the ‘special-offer-on-a-pubquiz-night-carvery’ and get a few bevvies in, in preparation for the forthcoming 6 rounds. These can include:

  • Mixed bag/general knowledge
  • Sport
  • Geography
  • Showbizz
  • TV/Film
  • Celebrity
  • Music
  • History
  • Picture round

We’re currently clinging onto the ‘leader board’ by the skin of our teeth, following a few weeks’ absence, but I am determined to crawl back up it!

Aptly named ‘Hot ‘n’ Spicy’, we were inspired by our first ever visit to the quiz, where we were stuck for a cunning name, and the only inspiration about were the entrails of my recently devoured ‘hot & spicy prawn starter’…and so the name kinda stuck!

Our fellow pubquiz-goers have also thought up of a few ‘interesting’ names as well…some a lot braver than others!

  • settle down now‘ – a band of teachers … one of those groups of saddos that you can actually tell which one teaches what! (the large lady who’s showing more interest in the menu than the quiz = ‘food tech’ …. the short-haired woman, with a 5 o’clock shadow, wearing a Nike sports kit and giving my friend ‘the eye’ = the lesbian P.E teacher … you get the drift!)
  • we’re not worthy‘ – no, they really aren’t! …
  • the Cee yoU Next Tuesday’s‘ (or something to that effect) – quite hilariously, the quiz master refused to read out their scores! gutted!
  • ‘The Rumettes’ – 2 rather large ladies that know the answers to friggin’ EVERYTHING…which is slightly suspicious if you ask me, considering one’s that ‘large’ she can’t make it from sitting to standing without breaking into a sweat … and the other has a limp! (these aren’t the reasons I’m suggesting they wouldn’t know anything, just that if you actually SAW them, they wouldn’t strike you as the kind of people to know the difference between ‘quiche’ and ‘kitch’ …

We have had some good scores over the past few months, considering some teams are picking up more signal than NASA on their mobile devices, and no doubt keeping 118118 in business!

We even came first place once (on a particularly low-scoring week all round) but a first place is still first place, and the prize of 4 drinks tokens were used fairly quickly!

However, we have had a few bobby-dazzlers of answers over the months that would make even George Bush look slightly intelligent! …

Quiz master: “what is the name given to a seemingly ‘useless’ organ in the body, that also shares its name with a section at the back of a book?..”

Charlotte: “bibliography??”


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The Great British ‘Car Booter’

my Mum, Sister, & family friend Gill at our car boot on Sunday

It is widely acknowledged by a man/woman (who remains anonymous to ‘Mr Google’) that: “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure”, and  this was very much the case on Sunday (11/04/2010), as I joined my little sister and mum at around 10:30am (who had been there since 6am) to witness the ‘free-for-all frenzy’ that  ensued around our Volkswagen Estate.

I was highly amused to discover on my rather ‘late’ arrival (following a hefty night on the tiles), that my little sister was quite the ‘Del Boy’ of day, having already made £70+ from a collaborated collection of unwanted christmas presents and clothes I could no longer fool myself I was ever going to squeeze into again…

Having ‘sized-up’ the neighbours and their wares (as well as the price list of the increasingly-attractive-looking burger van a few stalls down), I took my seat in the passenger seat of our car and waited for the punters to bite.

Two hours later, and £10 more in the float, I resigned to the fact the hustle and bustle was beginning to die down, when someone took a fancy to a broken Nintendo 64. My little sister moved at the speed of light into action:

Man: “how much love?” (pointing to the Nintendo that unbeknownst to him had about as much life in it as the ‘deceased’ Parrot in the Monty Python sketch)

Sister: “a fiver.”

Man: “£3?”

Sister: “a fiver.”

Man: “What about £3.50?”

Sister: “a fiver.”

Man: “£4 then”

Sister: “a fiver.”

Man: “okay I’ll give you £4.50. Come on.”

(I’ll give you 3 guesses what was said next…)

Sister: “a fiver.”

Man: “okay I’ll have it. There’s your fiver.”

And off the man went on his merry way. Broken games console under one arm, a fiver worse off.

The haggling capabilities of the great British public cease to amaze me.

Half hour later, and covered in the rather greasy entrails of the ‘fully loaded’ burger I had recently devoured, we decided the day had ‘peaked’ and packed up the few solitary items we had left.

Having discovered yesterday evening on arriving home that we were £107 in profit, the day was perceived to be a overal success and who knows, maybe next time I’ll be up early enough to experience the full day’s festivities?…