This is the 18th time we’ve set a Prince of Wales quiz, but tonight we’ve made a drastic change to the arrangements. Instead of the usual mix of questions from all of us, It’s just me and Oli setting it, and Stu and Ivan are here to compete. Next time out, they’ll set it, and Oli and I will compete. I’m kind of hoping Stu and Ivan don’t win because if they do it will surely reek of a fix.

I set the first and last rounds; Oli does the middle two and the beer round. Oli’s questions are definitely harder than mine; one team who had felt pretty confident after the first round say that they “feel raped” after the second.

Even with 15 teams in the house and only two of us to mark the answers, we manage not to over-run as horrifically as we normally do, and it’s on to the Snowball. As always these days, there is more than £1000 in the pot. As Chris starts cranking up the tension, I’m suddenly accosted by someone nerdy-looking. Apparently he didn’t even take part in the quiz but has some bizarre objection to one of my questions. I explain to him why he’s wrong but he’s getting oddly excited and can’t seem to hear what I’m saying. He then starts grabbing nearby people and saying “but he just won’t admit that he’s wrong!”. A growing number of people tell him that he’s making a complete knob of himself, but he doesn’t want to shut up. His incessant jabbering eventually provokes a few sharp words from Chris, who is normally an extremely mellow person, and the idiot grudgingly leaves us alone.

The first ticket drawn belongs to someone from the team who won the quiz. I’m disgusted but luckily they don’t win. The second ticket is drawn by Annoying Dave, whose number also came up last week. I’m disgusted but luckily he doesn’t win either. The third ticket belongs to me. Everyone else is disgusted and cries of “Fix” echo around the pub. It’s a question about cricket. Once more I go home empty-handed, and the only consolation is that no-one, not even cricket statto Ivan, knew the answer.