After round 4, we reflected that it was a win win win situation
- the organisers raised probably €1000 for their charity before anyone had completed a lap
- one pub in Leighlinbridge had a surprise land-office business bonanza for several hours as punters bought pints believing that more alcohol would help them remember who won the Sam Maguire Cup in 2004. The pub showed its appreciation by lashing out some plates of sandwiches when our activity level was slumping.
- we had a pleasant evening out with our friends, whom we see far too little, and met some of their friends-&-relations which was nice too
- we got to exercise our tired old grey matter
Not every table-quiz features a plateful of dingbats, but they are the quintessential fare for such events. It doesn't matter if you get it wrong; a partial idea can be bounced around a team to get the correct answer; wrong-wrong-almost-right kick-yourself-later answers are quite possible; sober people do far better than three-pints-down people. I don't know whether dingbats have reached Kiev yet but here's a sample (you have to find what English phrase is represented by the following cryptic rebuses):
here's the answers (no peeking until you're tearing your hair out). We came in fourth and the winners, after a nail-biting set of tie-breakers gave their prize back to The Cause - huzzah!