Quiz night

After being thoroughly soaked in torrential rain during our 1-1 draw, yesterday evening I attended my first quiz night for some years at the clubhouse.  After stocking up on drinks and recapping the day's results (a usual mix of wins, draws and losses), the 9 or 10 teams settled down to await the first questions.  As is usual, I had no idea what some of the questions even meant, although others seemed trivially easy.  The secret of any winning team is that what is double-dutch to one member is clear as day to someone else and most of your angles are covered.  The winners had obviously got more angles covered than us, although we were only a couple of points behind at the final count.  Most impressive was Dave remembering not just the required two but all six of the names of the Thundercats, who I had never even heard of.  My 'O'-Level Latin from 30 years previously did come in handy at one point to get the Latin letter for 500.  Some excellent debates were had about some of the answers in the team, with blame enthusiastically apportioned when the correct answers were read out to groans.  An entertaining evening with our President's Numero Unos team winning (incidentally our President is also the organiser's Dad).  Thanks to Rowie for the questions, fish and chips, organisation, prizes and bar-duty.  The only thing she delegated was the question-reading to Davey, sitting on his stool by the bar recovering after being run ragged earlier (as I hear) by a 13 year-old, who did a fine job, barring the odd mispronunciation.

And so we'll now have to wait until next year for our next club quiz, where having learnt the names of the Thundercats, the question will instead be to remember the names of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or some other forgotten or obscure cartoon army.  Looks like I may just need to be in a team with Dave again.