Mistletoe
Yesterday was the work Christmas quiz afternoon night. The director paid for the bubbly. And the crisps. And the jelly babies.
We had teams. We had to name the teams. Steve called our team Dawn's Chorus and, to my embarrassment, the name stuck.
We came last (by a point, out of five teams) - but did so with grace and dignity (as far as anyone else could hear, anyway). We reckoned we had subject overlap as three of us reached for the pen to name Gandalf's horse.
My claim to fame was being able to name Hong Kong Phooey's sidekick. (And, yeah, this is to make up for the fact I was pretty cr*p at the rest of the quiz!) It helped that I'd once turned up to a fancy dress party as said sidekick.
We had teams. We had to name the teams. Steve called our team Dawn's Chorus and, to my embarrassment, the name stuck.
We came last (by a point, out of five teams) - but did so with grace and dignity (as far as anyone else could hear, anyway). We reckoned we had subject overlap as three of us reached for the pen to name Gandalf's horse.
My claim to fame was being able to name Hong Kong Phooey's sidekick. (And, yeah, this is to make up for the fact I was pretty cr*p at the rest of the quiz!) It helped that I'd once turned up to a fancy dress party as said sidekick.
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Do we have cloned husbands?
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