My friend Quinn is here tonight. I met her in Albania, she’s from Australia, and she makes me realise what a horribly anglocentric thing a pub quiz can be. There are endless questions about cricket, counties and television programmes that no-one from beyond these shores would ever care about. That said, I am pretty shocked that she’s never heard of Doctor Who. Stu and I explain it in detail, but if you haven’t had the cultural experience of hiding behind the sofa in terror of the Daleks, you’ll probably never understand it.

One of the few questions that is not arcanely specific to the British Isles is, happily enough, about Australia. What are pokies? Some kind of dangerous spider would be my guess, but luckily Quinn can tell us it’s slot machines. Sadly it doesn’t get us into the money, and we finish fourth. We’re making a horrible habit of this at the moment.