My local pub in Fulham Palace Road hosted the first of an apparently now to be regular on Tuesdays, pub quiz.

It’s obviously a great decision to go to a pub the day that you quit smoking. Nothing like having no fear whatsoever.

Man, were those questions difficult. And it did not much help that his audio was rather shabby, kinda hard to hear exactly what he was asking.
Still, the “Frozen Dwarfs” (erm, my team) did not do too badly, considering the GEEKS who were also playing. Common, who seriously gets 21 out of 21 quiz questions correct? Most of the things mentioned last night I’ve not even heard of before.
I did learn that you have to be at least 35 to be President of the United States.
And that they drew just over 6 million dots for the Disney animation of 101 Dalmations. (You moron, do you not know there’s about 25 frames per second..?)
Erm. Yes.
I have to shamefully admit to a bit of cheating. You see, my phone has a Instant Messenger client on it, which means I can chat on MSN using my phone. As it happens a friend or two (thanks Edd, Mark) got random questions via MSN last night with a sense of urgency to respond. Not that it helped. (And I did stop that after 2 or 3 questions since the guilt was getting to me…)
Anyway. More importantly, NO CIGGIE. Lots about, but none in my hand, or near my lips. Nice one.
Today is a different story though. It’s really tough sitting here and NOT having one. And this in the comfort of my own living room. I actually got up and walked to within 10 yards of the local shop, determined to buy a pack of 10s and having “1” since I was convinced that I could not function without a ciggie. How silly.
You’ll be glad to know this blog was written without any nicotine.
– Riaan
London