Brains of Britain Looking for Lard
/Hmm. Went out to the Postgrad party tonight. They had a quiz thing. We formed a team and sallied forth into mental battle with students that we are obviously mentally superior to.
Ah well. In spite of me knowing half the answers (in fact I set those questions) "The David Essex Fan Club" (not a particularly auspicious name as it turned out) failed to win. We didn't even get the award for the stupidest team name. But that issue was more subjective I reckon.
Talk turned, as it always does at these occasions, to the impending lard shortage. I'm trying to talk this up a bit on the grounds that it would be a good idea to do that if I had a spare bedroom full of lard. I don't have, but you never know. Apparently we have a block in the cupboard. I'm going to give it another couple of weeks and then put it on ebay.
The evening was fun though.
Ah well. In spite of me knowing half the answers (in fact I set those questions) "The David Essex Fan Club" (not a particularly auspicious name as it turned out) failed to win. We didn't even get the award for the stupidest team name. But that issue was more subjective I reckon.
Talk turned, as it always does at these occasions, to the impending lard shortage. I'm trying to talk this up a bit on the grounds that it would be a good idea to do that if I had a spare bedroom full of lard. I don't have, but you never know. Apparently we have a block in the cupboard. I'm going to give it another couple of weeks and then put it on ebay.
The evening was fun though.
