So last night our quiz team faced its weekly humiliation and got beaten by even more points than ever. I so wish I paid more attention to current affairs, history, geography, sport etc etc and all the things that true quizzer should know.
But I don't.
I did however get my 'individual' question right. The subject was the 90's and as I was having babies in the 90's I watched a lot more telly and read the newspapers I was fairly confident.
The question was - who was Kurt Cobain's wife?
There was a 6 pointer on football - we got NIL points. There was a ten pointer on Oscar winning films - we got 7 and there was a 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 question where we actually got a respectable 4 points - the answer to that was Bradley Walsh.
I only really go for the grub and the banter. I even missed dinner last night in anticipation of some lovely egg sarnies and I was gutted to see that they weren't your bog standard egg and cress ones but fancy egg and coleslaw. There are some things that shouldn't messed with and egg sarnies are one of them.
Today has clarified how much I hate my job. I would like to say that I only hate it sometimes but I genuinely do hate it at least 80% of the time. I basically spend a LOT of time correcting other people's mistakes and I resent doing this as I have shizzle of my own to do. By 11 am this morning I had had quite enough and just wanted to run down Back Road West screaming and frothing at the mouth.
I am making another proper homemade meal tonight - roast pork. I have even made yorkshire puddings and I also made the mistake of weighing myself too.
It wasn't good.
I blame the fancy sarnies - coleslaw weighs much more than cress.
And it was Courtney Love, incase you didn't know.