Apparently the secret to winning pub quizzes
is to a) join a team with more knowledgable members and b) get their huge dreadlocked barman friend to stroll past and drop answers into your lap.
Apparently, I am not above cheating! Sorry, Ropewalk. In the end though everyone won, and by 'everyone' I mean 'our team' and that's what really counts, isn't it?
Other in-night (during-night? nightly? I don't know!) developments include: the world's most unexpected text message, which prompts me to ask: would you rather be ignored completely but allowed to live in hope, or would you rather be acknowledged but for the sole purpose of being disappointed? Answers on a postcard please!
Apparently, I am not above cheating! Sorry, Ropewalk. In the end though everyone won, and by 'everyone' I mean 'our team' and that's what really counts, isn't it?
Other in-night (during-night? nightly? I don't know!) developments include: the world's most unexpected text message, which prompts me to ask: would you rather be ignored completely but allowed to live in hope, or would you rather be acknowledged but for the sole purpose of being disappointed? Answers on a postcard please!
posted by Lucy at 9:52 AM
7 Comments:
I'd have to go for the acknowledged but disappointed option there. I'm not one to let things drag on, and I dislike uncertainty.
The other thing to remember about pub-quizes is that if it becomes too challenging, or you become too drunk, then just have as much fun as you can instead. In the pub back home, the quiz was run by a mate of mine. Being pissed and not caring about winning, the answer to every question became "your mum", which was duly shouted across the room.
Before you ask, it was about a year ago, not when I was 13.
In my defence, I was drunk, and it didn't cease to cause amusment for the duration of the evening.
Oh god Tom I think we might be the same person.
Our team name was "Your Mum"!
Excellent choice! I always enjoy getting the hosts to have to read out stupid things i.e. team names like "I stink of shit".
Also, you can just call me Tom; only my subjects have to call me "god Tom".
I'm also aquiring MDK now to sample its appeal.
Ignored but allowed to live in hope for me please barman. It is the one concession to human emotion I allow myself, everything else is hateful as you well know.
Except cheese and cajun chicken sandwiches and so on...
I enjoy a good pub quiz myself because on the one hand I get to learn stuff and on the other I get to have the team name "My life is shit, I wish I had a proper job" which always amuses me when the chap in charge reads it out.
MDK. I remember that. Good game, good game.
James I am going with your answer, mostly through laziness but also to do with my hatred of confrontation/honesty. Whoo maturity!
50% of the reason I loved MDK so much was because the map on the loading screen for Level #5 has my village on it <3
I have just been given a copy of this game and will have a tinker with it sometime when the guilt of not working on the dissertation is in a lull.
Yesssssssssss.
Oh man I am overcome with the urge to play it again!
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