We won. Well nearly

This evening I allowed myself my two hours of socialising for the week. (While dissertating I am on a strict ration of fun activities). So I toddled off in the rain down to the pub for the quiz.

It was an easy week and we did quite well and got 30 out 40. I found out why a Pelican crossing is called a Pelican crossing (PEdestrian LIght CONtrolled crossing) and other such useless factoids. [Useless facts are my chief dating weapon. As I haven't been on a date for a fair while, the next girl I take out may well be OVERWHELMED by the amount of new information I burden her brain with and as a result be taken ill and not be able to make the second date*]

Anyway, we came third out of the ~25 teams who entered, which won us two bottles of wine. 2nd place got half a crate of Fosters and 1st got an entire crate. So as Fosters tastes like kangaroo piss, I feel we were the real winners. I came home and celebrated by eating all the remaining cheese in our fridge (bring on the dreams) and making an 'Uber Sandwich'. A good night! Hopefully a picture of this glorious victory will be posted soon as a friend had her camera with her.

Now back to work, still got 45 minutes till Monday!

*Some people say I am a pessimist