Feeling quizzical

Ste Gwladys

We were invited last night to attend a quiz in our village bar. Yes, it's in English and is mostly attended by British people apart from a few French husbands and wives.

We went with a little trepidation, large crowds of English in French bars never have been our thing but we had a wonderful time. Having thought we would be in a team with the lady who invited us, things didn't quite work out that way and we were partnered with a young English lady and her French husband who we had met a few weeks ago.

We were rather concerned also having learned that the team that we had been asked to join and which had now had to split into two groups, were often winners of the champions cup. We did our best and came in either 4th or 5th (there was a bit of confusion at the end) but our partners seemed happy at having beaten the other half of the original team.

Pub quizzes are funny things. Your team plays a joker on whatever subject(s) you think you are best at and Sod's Law dictates that on this occasion you will fail abysmally but do really well on all the other subjects. So it was last night. We did really well on mythology for example, a subject on which we had expected to maybe get three out of eight - we got seven correct answers, as we did with history, entertainment and people. But art and literature, oh dear, and geography the same. Put it down to a bad night. Next time perhaps we should consider the subjects we are least likely to succeed in and play our jokers on them.

Of course in that case Sod's Law will dictate that the easiest questions are the other subjects again!