Yes, I’m fully aware that I used the ‘It’s Quizmas’ title for last year’s festive blog as well, but if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. After all that’s why there are, at the time of writing, 25 (or to be more correct XXV) Treehouse of Horror episodes in The Simpsons.
Last Thursday evening I went to the pub with Hulk*, Iron Man* and a few others. On a non-quiz night! While this may be a shocking revelation, a man cannot live by beer and quizzes alone, as will become apparent. Leaving late, certainly approaching, if not officially, the wee small hours on Friday morning, myself and Iron Man decided to walk home (1 mile for me, 2 miles for him – but he’s both younger and fitter than me so don’t feel that sorry for him). The resulting conversation turned out to be one of these epiphany moments – and a drunken conversation that still made perfect reasoned sense the day after the night before (or technically, later that same day).
This is my first blog in several months, and there’s a reason for this. With a blog title of Beer and Quizzes, you would expect, well … beer and quizzes. However, I’ve not actually participated in a quiz since the Birmingham Grand Prix and I’ve only been to The Pub twice in the intervening period as well. This gives sparse pickings for the contents of any type of semi-amusing ramblings.