We set off early as we were determined to get to the quiz at the shamrock bar; Tea was a jacket spud for me and The Boy and a salad for Mrs C.
We got to the shamrock with time to spare (Mrs C was worrying, unnecessarily it turned out, that there would be no seats left) and settled down for a bit of brain draining.
Our quizmaster, Gordon A, set us 40 questions of varying degrees of difficulty plus a sheet of faces to identify. Mrs C and I came a respectable second (The Boy having buggered off to play pool with the lad from one of our rivals - splitter!) and were most pleased.
It was a very enjoyable evening.
We are now looking forward to a day scuba diving (at least me and The Boy are, Mrs C is just observing) tomorrow so I really should leave the raki alone and get off to bed.
More tomorrow if I've not been drowned, arrested or torpedoed....
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