On Wednesday evening I did a talk with Richard Beard under the auspices of the National Academy of Writing at Pembroke College, Cambridge, England, Yurp. The college were kind enough to invite my wife too.
To say the college made a fuss of us would be an understatement. They could not have been lovelier. The Senior Tutor Mark Wormald took time out from an insanely . . . → Read More: Marchant, Pembroke… (well, SDUC Lampeter, the Poly of Wales, Lancaster and Birmingham City University, really)
I like a quiz, me, and so does my sainted wife. We met at a pub quiz, and impressed one another early on with our quiz credentials; she had been on the Trinity College team on University Challenge, and was a grand finalist on 15 to 1, whereas I have twice been the subject of a question on University Challenge, have QM-ed all over the . . . → Read More: Quiz, home and away.
This time last week, I was playing hard ball table quiz in the Holywood RFC, a few miles outside Belfast. The quiz had been set by the Philosophy Society from Sullivan School, which is opposite the club. At least half of the contestants were sixth formers from the school; nice teenagers, with floppy woollen bags on their heads rather than sideways-on baseball caps, and no . . . → Read More: Local author in quiz night cheat horror