The Dyserth 5

Last Night I experienced a rather amusing evening giving the infamous "Dyserth 5" a run for their money.

The Crown holds a pub quiz on a Monday and although I not really a "pub" person, I accepted an invitation from Jason ( he who bakes) to try it out for a change.

Now I got to the pub, just before nine and as I sat down with a pint of Fosters I spied a somewhat eclectic group preparing for some serious quiz questioning.

One older lady in a felt hat had varying amounts of writing equipment, a large pad and paper and one of those illuminating magnifying glasses (I was informed later that this was for" in depth" photograph assessments") another man , younger than I, looked dreadfully earnest and all looked as though they were ready to run a marathon.

These people, I was told, were the "Dyserth5"...a tough, well informed group of eggheads who had won the pub quiz every week since the beginning of time.

These were the people to beat.

Now I am no slouch when it comes to pub quiz questions, I may not be a true academic, but my memory for "shitty facts" is pretty darn good, even if I do say so myself; but even my somewhat useless knowledge base was not a patch on my fellow team member's computer like recall.
In short Jason knows a little about almost Everything!

Between us, we sailed through the first round of questions like a knife through butter, and when the landlord called out that the village "Chicken Pluckers" had taken up an early poll position, the lady with the felt hat looked visibly shaken!

We had a bit of a set back on the picture round (mistaking Pippa Middleton for Natalie Portman) but retained our small lead for the last round. (One wag from the bar whispered "they're sweating a bit now!" at me when I had a break for the loo)

By the time we finished , and the final results were in, a deathly quiet had descended over the pub....In typical Strictly Come Dancing style, there was a pause just before the results were in.....and to the horror of the Dyserth 5, we had ended their vice like hold of the quiz winners title.

It was all great fun.

A few  neighbours and members of the flower show committee, joined in our celebrations  and the Red faced welsh farmer's son over at the bar gave us the thumbs up....and I had to smile when two of the Dyserth 5 ambled over to congratulate us and asked if we were going to turn up next week...

"too right" I chirped as their smiles stiffened "wouldn't miss it for the world"

We won 11£, which we donated to Jason Wife's cancer charity night.

We had a couple of pints and chatted about the merits of Robert Shaw's somewhat alcohol fuelled performance in Jaws (I love rubbishy bloke talk that this).

But when the conversation drifted over to the rather surreal subject of Mexican Wrestling Midget funerals... I thought it was time to go 
Have a look at Jason's blog when you have a chance (link here)

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