Last night my wife and I participated in a charity quiz night. My general knowledge is excellent, though not as good as when I was in my teens and 20s, when it was, I blushingly admit, pretty awesome. My wife too has excellent, all-round skills, being quite extraordinarily good in the areas of food, music and the arts.
We were feeling pretty optimistic then, when the first category was food and she single-handedly got 18 of the 20 questions right. By half time we were leading the large field by a single point.
Then disaster befell. At the interval half of our team (myselkf included) repaired outside for some Olympic standard smoking, in the course of which we missed the instructions for the next category. My wife was locked in conversation with a friend she hadn't seen for years, while our team captain, our anchor if you will, and who should have been listening closely, completely failed to pay attention to the instructions, as he had by now consumed 1 1/2 bottles of wine.
By the time we returned to our seats we had no idea what was going on, and finished at the bottom of the scores on the category in question, scuppering our chances of winning. Doh!
Moral: next time, smoke your fag quickly and get back to your seat with dispatch, or risk screwing yourself royally.
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