Monday night in Taps is now quiz night. Which isn’t to say that there’s a quiz which anyone is free to enter which you might reasonably expect; but that Irena has somehow managed to get hold of a pub quiz book, and now every Monday night we sit at the bar and, as a team (Ray, Colin, Adam and myself), answer the questions.
And while it’s great fun, we do take it quite seriously, and every round dredge our drink addled brains to try and beat our previous best score for a section – which stands at a creditable 53 out of 60.
This, as you might guess, is another one of those lovely random things which I love about the Taps.
And as you might (or might not) expect, we’re not a bad team. Ray’s a very knowledgeable chap, Adam can hold his own, and when it (laugh though you may) comes to it, I know a thing or two about a thing or two.
But Colin…Colin is smart. Colin is uncommon smart. In fact Colin is unholy smart. The things that bloke knows will literally make you laugh out loud.
History, literature, languages, science, obscure pointless implausible trivia.
This guy knows it.
If ever we do a real pub quiz that’s the first guy on the Taps team sheet.
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