A Fool's Overture

Monday night is quiz night at Hotel Elisabeth and after a hard day on the slopes, a hearty meal, flagons of beer wine and aperitif of the day battle lines are drawn as 7 teams compete against each other for the right to walk away as quiz champions. The Scottish contingent are fairly confident with the added brain power of a couple of English youthful geniuses. Over the next couple of hours we dug into the grey matter and responded successfully to questions on sport, entertainment, local culture, general knowledge et al. Having played a good joker we triumphed by an impressive 16 point margin blasting Swindon and Bristol contingent to the four walls. Looking back put in a pretty solid performance. Every so often a bonus question was raised and the first competitor shouting out answer won a shot of Schnapps that had to be downed in one with the greeting Prosit. Having won 3 in a row, they then upped the stakes with a quadruple measure, known in Edinburgh as a Big Bazza, unfortunately as the question 'who will be 3rd in line for the throne' left the question masters lips I heard a weedge voice crying out 'Kate's sprog'. Suddenly all eyes were on me and despite my protestations that it must have been someone else I reluctantly accepted the evidence pointed to me. I sheepishly got to my feet, raised the overfilled glass, shrieked the prosit and downed the awful liquid in a oner to great applause. My work colleagues would have been impressed but my head, stomach and general well being was not impressed as I bounced off the walls to hit the sack after another couple of celebratory drinks. Several new friends were made after a lively night. Prosit!


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