Bloody Quizzes

I am trying to decide if the reason for the abysmal performance of my generation in Quizzes has anything to do with the now terrible education system or if we just all have too busy lives to do the telegraph crossword or read Pear's Encyclopaedia every weekend?

I ask this question as my mate Jeff and I entered a pub quiz on Sunday night and we came in at an impressive last place! We were even beaten by the drunk at the bar who couldn't leave the bar or he'd fall to a heap on the floor. Embarrassing doesn't begin to describe it! As I was sitting there desperately trying to remember what the hell DNA stood for for the hundredth quiz, I began contemplating the above question.

Every other team in the pub was on average the minimum age of 50 and seemed to be finding the quiz relatively easy. Even worse was the fact the quiz was run by my old History teacher. He had been the most useless History teacher ever and he was making me look stupid. It was guaranteed if you started the old debate about whether Jesus was Jewish in his class you could get away with bugger all work the entire lesson.

Of course, my defence for my rubbish display in the quiz was the fact there was not a single question in reference to my strong knowledge subjects - History, Movies, TV and Music. I mean, there were 12 bloody questions about Science and Inventions?! I mean, really, who knows who invented the Gyroscope?! Well, I don't, and to be honest I think I will make it through life not knowing... unless I ever go back to the pub quiz at the Boringdon Arms, at which I will curse never finding out.

Happy New Year!!

Here we are in 2007 and I thought I had better write something as I am getting sarcastic nagging from my Blog Creator! ;op I apologise in advance but this is going to be a serious Blog...

I had my new year's blog all sorted after watching Captain Corelli's Mandolin the other day. I heard the following in the script:

When You Fall In Love

. . . it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it isn't conceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It's not lying awake at night imagining he is kissing every part of your body. No, don't blush. I'll tell you some truths. For that is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over; when being in love has burned away. It doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is.

Why? you might ask, am I talking about love at New Year's Eve?! It is at least a good month until Valentine's day?!! I'm talking about love, because, let's face it, most of life is about love and it seems to be particularly prominently in your mind at New Year's Eve...New Year's Eve is when you take stock of your life during the previous year and think ahead to the new year. If you are anything like me, you spend many depressing hours thinking about whether your love life was up to muster and if there are any drastic changes you need to make to improve it... it's just a disaster waiting to happen.

I heard the above words on my TV during the Christmas break and I thought, 'that's it! That's what I want!' I seem to have spent my life with men who tell me they don't know what 'Love' is and finally I have found the words that explain it all! To be honest I have pondered the same question myself... every New Year's Eve in fact! Nice to find someone actually put it into words the way I believe it - my hat goes off to Louis De Bernieres. Great writer. Of course, the point is, when you find true love you know what it is and you don't need to ask!

You are probably wondering how my New Year's went this year?! Well, it was actually good fun. Yes, that was an actual positive comment about a pagan festival from me! Blink and you'll miss it.

I spent several hours listening to my ex boyfriend's band (the ex that I dumped on New Year's Day in 2006... accident waiting to happen, I tell thee) in a house party and it was great fun! I even got to play the tambourine!! Woo hoo! Ok, it's not much to some but it was my 15 minutes of 'almost fame'. Spent most of the night chatting to a cool bloke, who I knew to be married but I'd heard from a reliable source his wife had left him earlier in the year. Spent a lovely night on the settee with the gentleman, contemplating love and all that crap, to then be told a week later by the aforementioned useless informant that the wayward wife had actually returned some time ago... accident just waiting to happen. Still, it was a pleasant night and I don't regret it, as I was a lady the entire night!! Thank god for me and my moral code!! Hehe! :o)

The rest of the evening was filled with Blackadder quotes, me singing and young 'ladies' flashing their knickers - The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, as it were.

I know I said this last year and it backfired horrendously on me, but 'Here's to a better year than last year!'.

Bring it on.