Q. Which city do you have to visit to see guardsmen dressed like this?
Well these are the Swiss Guard and they look after the Pope and all his dodgy crew, so the answer is the Vatican.
Seeing as how the Vatican is entirely contained within the city of Rome, I also accepted “Rome” as a correct answer. After all, you have to visit Rome to get to the Vatican.
But one team were sore aggrieved. They had originally written “Vatican” on their answer sheet but then scored it out and put “Venice” instead.
The woman came up to complain.
Her line of reasoning was thus: “We originally thought Vatican – but you asked for a a city and the Vatican is a country“.
I explained that the Vatican, whilst being a country, is also a city, the clue being that it’s called “Vatican City State”.
She wasn’t having this and re-iterated her initial point: that I asked for a city and the Vatican is a country.
I tried to say, in different words, what I’d said before.
She put her point of view for a third time. We were getting nowhere. It was like having a Brexit meeting in the middle of Heathrow’s third runway.
So I asked her if she was asking me to give her the points for putting down the wrong answer?
She re-stated the fact that they’d written down the right answer before scoring it out.
I said I can’t really go giving people points for everything they score out.
And that was that. She went off back to her table, clearly pissed off.
Except that, by the end of the following round, the team had left the pub and I don’t know for sure, but I kind of suspect they took the hump at my strict stance of not awarding points for incorrect answers…
… which is rich, considering I gave them the points for “Olympic Rugby” when the answer should have been “Wheelchair Rugby” in another picture question.
Sloppy thirty early on, rigid one twenty on late shift… but loads more students. Choose a pub.
Quizzers are advised to stock up on fish with cheese sauce before the fray. That is thar BRAIN FOODZ/
How about the music round cheat? Here it is:
This was my favourite song from the only Eurovision I’ve ever actually attended which was a few years ago in Stockholm. What you don’t get when you watch it on TV is the sense of how mental the room went for this song. It was totally great.
My family and I are sad that we are (currently) not planning on going to Lisbon for this year’s contest. If I had the money I’d be there every single year.
I’m delighted, meanwhile that various members of Quiz Team And The Queens (who usually quiz at the Brass Monkey) are headed for Lisbon. Delighted for them, jealous too
Meanwhile, you do get the occasional thick cunt at the quiz.
This wasn’t the case other night at the Tolbooth I asked for the five largest cities by population in the Republic of Ireland. They weren’t thick cunts, they just got the wrong Ireland: