Ferrero Roger is late
We fail to win the beer round. The average theory for the tiebreaker definitely needs more than 2 people to be present. The quiz goes on and after the third round it’s looking like we might still have a tiny chance of a little bit of cash, but round four is not so good - Ivan fails to get a cricket question, and that’s something that only happens when things are really going badly. So what was it the Flintoff did in India in March that only 5 people have done before? I can’t remember - even thinking about a cricket question bores me to tears. The final scores are read out, and luckily we’re not in the worst position to finish - we’re one below that, in fifth.
So onto the final act of the evening. The winning ticket for the snowball is number 202, which astonishingly I have in my possession. For only the second time in two years I head for the front, ready to take on the toughest trivia questions. Sometimes the snowball is worth hundreds of pounds but tonight it stands at a modest £65. If I’m ever going to win it, it will be at a time like this. But I make the tactical error of picking envelope C, which turns out to have a question about tennis in it. I guess, wrongly, that Boris Becker might have beaten Ivan Lendl in the 1985 Wimbledon final, but it turns out to have been Kevin Curran. Stupid sport anyway.
Ivan is emigrating to France again before next Tuesday, but Stu is immigrating from Ireland, Pete is heading south from Luton, the pub has just been featured in the Sunday Telegraph and we’re setting the quiz. Pack your quizzing bags, people, because next Tuesday is going to be a large one.
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