Shortly after my ex girlfriend finished with me I walked to the local pub quiz night with a few bob in my pocket and the will to win. I was alone, upset and frustrated, sitting on a bar stool in the dark by the exit. These quizzes were always well attended, with the student population coming out in force to try and win money and beer. They didn’t, because I did. The single most astounding thing I’ve ever managed to pull off, apart from scraping into drama school, was to win a quiz on my own. It’s a shame I was awake just three questions before then end of The Wild Rover one.
I know I must be boring you by now, either that or making some very jealous, but the crowd drags me out again for what was quite possibly the best club night I’ve experienced. The place wasn’t that busy, yet we we’re rocking the show. Most of the staff and punters where there, all good craic, and we tore the place up, mainly due to the fact that every single tune was an absolute stonker. He was jumping from every massive hit from every decade since the year dot. Just when Hey Jude finished, he’d launch into Smells Like Teen Spirit. When he popped it up with Friday I’m in Love, he’s smash into Killing In The Name Of; which by the way was, excuse my French; fucking mental. I literally danced for five hours none stop, including when we all took it in turns to stage dive off the bar. This wearing the kilt again was a risky maneuver.
Girls usually go out to have fun, guys go out to pick up girls. Not this time. As much as obviously I didn’t catch anyone’s eye, I didn’t really need to, considering I was totally and utterly done in from jumping around. I kid you not my legs felt like I’d played 90 minutes without a warm up. I walked home elated and alone. If only I’d been in the bar for the start of the quiz it might have been a better day than Machu Picchu.
Quiz night
Shortly after my ex girlfriend finished with me I walked to the local pub quiz night with a few bob in my pocket and the will to win. I was alone, upset and frustrated, sitting on a bar stool in the dark by the exit. These quizzes were always well attended, with the student population coming out in force to try and win money and beer. They didn’t, because I did. The single most astounding thing I’ve ever managed to pull off, apart from scraping into drama school, was to win a quiz on my own. It’s a shame I was awake just three questions before then end of The Wild Rover one.
I know I must be boring you by now, either that or making some very jealous, but the crowd drags me out again for what was quite possibly the best club night I’ve experienced. The place wasn’t that busy, yet we we’re rocking the show. Most of the staff and punters where there, all good craic, and we tore the place up, mainly due to the fact that every single tune was an absolute stonker. He was jumping from every massive hit from every decade since the year dot. Just when Hey Jude finished, he’d launch into Smells Like Teen Spirit. When he popped it up with Friday I’m in Love, he’s smash into Killing In The Name Of; which by the way was, excuse my French; fucking mental. I literally danced for five hours none stop, including when we all took it in turns to stage dive off the bar. This wearing the kilt again was a risky maneuver.
Girls usually go out to have fun, guys go out to pick up girls. Not this time. As much as obviously I didn’t catch anyone’s eye, I didn’t really need to, considering I was totally and utterly done in from jumping around. I kid you not my legs felt like I’d played 90 minutes without a warm up. I walked home elated and alone. If only I’d been in the bar for the start of the quiz it might have been a better day than Machu Picchu.