Last night turned out rather well I feel. Attended the Speak Easy quiz, which we lost, but I was drinking the previous week's winnings, so I didn't care. Aced the Simpsons picture round as well, no one seemed to recognise Richard Gere. After our humiliation, the porn film names bonus round, calling Tom 'Chad' and insinuating sexual relations with ( Read more... )

After the unpleasantness of the weekend (working, nothing actually *bad* happened), Sunday was very pleasant. Spent the evening in the Speak Easy with a crew largely comprised of Notts Uni RockSoc, and managed to win the quiz for the first time in months (actually, I think it's years). To compound the victory, I won at the evening's Scrabble game ( ( Read more... )

Yesterday was blissfully spent in the arms of sleep. Crawled from the pit late afternoon, and hunger pangs dictated I wanted a curry, so we sallied forth to the Mogul for a rather tasty balti. Our hunger sated, we moved on to the Speak Easy where Team Trent lost to Team Beeston by two points (despite tinker_goth and 'four tshirts' Chris proved the victors. I ( Read more... )