Late to the Table, Our Misspent Youth, and Dinah Shore

Our research now includes a fully tested hypothesis about 'meeting friends at the pub' swiftly becoming 'turning up late and unintentionally to a pub quiz, sleep deprived, while nursing hangovers'.

It wasn't pretty.

It was also rather humbling receiving the dregs of a quiz sheet, proffered by undergrads (and their prof, to be fair, who was one of the people we'd actually come to see) who'd done all they could and were hoping we'd know the answers they'd missed. With a bit too much hubris, Quint grabbed the quiz sheet.

After a few minutes of perusing their sheet, we both realised that for all of our eclectic knowledge, we could only be sure about answers involving films of the '80s. (Non-specific undergrad, "We have no memories of the '80s at all, and few of the '90s.")

The highlights:

• We got two wrong because we broke our own rule 3, several further answers wrong because we seem to have forgotten everything we ever knew about pop music, and were complete no-hopers for the rest. But we followed rule 8, and that's the important thing.
• There was a meaningless debate with someone unfamiliar with the quirks of American first names about how Dinah actually was a name, and was spelled D-I-N-A-H, and that there could be more than one person with that name, because it was, after all, just a name, a common name, if you were from America.
• The answer was not Dinah Shore, but Dusty Springfield.

Through our haze, however, we were easily able to discern that the quizmaster was completely lovely, though, and we will go back on purpose next time, and bring zines, and do it a proper review, perhaps while drinking orange juice.

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