It started well, new quizmaster, very “pub landlord’, good questions – not that I could get any. Ten questions a round, bit much but okay. Then, after round two (out of six), the quizmaster disappeared for 10 minutes for a fag break, er, what? Now, I’m a man with a low boredom threshold and and effective ejector seat; I’ve walked out on the best, Van Morrison, Pink Floyd, too many films to remember, so this was a red rag to a bull. Half time we left.
The good news is; my stalker, yes even I have one, it’s just so LA darling, seems to have lost interest so I can concentrate on the endless rejection from the FMH, ah, Gods in his heaven and all is well with the world.
Steve