It’s now 2 weeks since we recorded our episode of Postcode Challenge and only now can I talk about it.

The team (Matt, Catherine, Sarah and me) went off in high spirits, despite the non-appearance of Stewart who was instantly cut out of “the deal”. This gave a starting place to Sarah who was supposed to have been the reserve.

We arrived on time and all looked amazing, so no need for hair and make-up – straight on set thankyou very much.

See?

The competition were from Ardersier, which is a wee place near Inverness. The captain in their team seemed to be at great pains to point out that her team-mates were definitely, absolutely neighbours and completely totally for sure from the same postcode.

This means one of them was absolutely definitely an outsider although it doesnt really matter cos its only the telly.

After all, who would come up with an idea to name quiz teams after sometihng as unsexy as Postcodes unless the concept came with the backing of a major sponsor – ie The Peoples Postcode Lottery?

Anyway, none of our team live anywhere near the postcode, EH9 1QR was simply the postcode of the Reverie where my Monday night quiz rocks hard.

So, the teuchter mob put us to the sword pretty badly in the first round via a series of utterly shit random questions to “gain control” and then a string of insanely easy questions that a three-year old should have got all right. They got two wrong but that still left us 13-0 down at half-time. Disaster.

Luckily we came roaring back, due in no small part to the captain of the opposition falling to ‘the fear’ in round two.

The Postcode Challenge format means that when a team member gets a question wrong in round 2, they have to face another question… and another… and another.

So, it only takes one team member to lose it the plot and your a team will get stuck in a hole, losing one point every time the guilty party says “pass” or gets an answer hopelessly wrong because their brain has ‘gone’.

And that’s what happend to Ardersier. Their captain was the stinker: she dried badly and after a big string of wrong answers and passes, her team were out and heading home to the Highlands.

Afterwards, our Matt confided in me that when he saw her beginning to show weakness, he began giving her the most evil and most direct stare he could muster. I admitted that I was doing exactly the same. Perhaps these tactics paid off or maybe this woman just wasn’t very good at keeping the heid. We’ll never know.

So we were in the money round and I won’t spoil the outcome for you. I’ll put a link here when its broadcast…