the Queens Arms. My local, after all, is just a hop, skip and a jump down the hill - oh and a winding stagger back up after a couple of pints of the lovely ale that they're famed for.
Even though there was a sports round that leaned heavily towards the beautiful game, our combined knowledge of '70s and '80s pop and obscure general knowledge saw us through. Mr Metrosexual's impressive ability to recall the intricacies of Eurovision was also handy. Who the dickens are Scooch? Our score of 38/54 was good enough to beat off the competition and secure the prize of an extra pint each!