Two pints of espresso and a packet of crisps
Sadly things don’t get any better. It’s a good quiz but somehow we’re stretching out the gap between us and the money by many points each round. The beer round is a disaster as we completely fail to spot the connection between the answers, and then during rounds three and four I am distracted by the team next to us. The snowball prize, as you may have gathered, is now so big that it’s driving quizzers to the edge of sense and honesty, and it’s turning me into a deeply suspicious curtain-twitcher. A maximum of five tickets per person which are not transferable is the rule, but there have definitely been tickets bought by thickos and passed to team-mates with greater reserves of intense trivia. The team next to me buys fifteen tickets between them and straight away put them in one large pile on their table. I look across and try to convey wordlessly that I know what they are up to and I will grass them up if one of their tickets is drawn. It must work because next time I look they each have their own five tickets in front of them. But a few questions later, the tickets are back in a pile, and they stay that way until the end of the quiz. We’ve finished out of the money by a huge margin, but I’m imagining a triumphant public denouncement of the poolers, possibly followed by a dramatic snowball win for myself. Sadly, it doesn’t work out like that, and fortunately for everyone not one of the fifteen tickets in their pool is drawn. I’ll be keeping my eye on them next week as well though…
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