quiz night in the pub directly across the road from the office. After discussing various strategic drinking methods, for some sorry reason, we all decided that going en masse immediately after work and mixing our drinks was a great idea, which of course would mean we would ensure our winning with a fantastic score.

In truth, the several terminator cocktails and inability to stand up straight may have had something to do with our abysmal score. Or the fact that most of us hadn't eaten properly during the day and then left the our carefully prepared path of strategic drinking for one of tastebuds. Or the fact that we were in the pub for nearly four hours waiting for the quiz to start. Eventually, our attempt to take the £100 prize money disintergrated into a farce as stunner data pixie and finance pixie were arguing over answers during the double point round, talking over the actual questions, whilst personally, I thought that I was rather outstanding, yelling insults over at the quizmaster telling him that maybe a few seasons watching QI may be in order whilst stumbling making my way to the little girls room.

And when I returned, as I smugly sat back, stunner data pixie suddenly pointed out that I had had toilet paper trailing out from the back of ye olde work trews for the last 15 minutes, asking if I had managed to swipe the quiz answers from the now dishearted man on the mic, and if so, please share...