We Are The Champions

It was mission accomplished on Thursday night. Despite only having one regular member of the usual team present, with three guests (later reduced to two), I picked the team that triumphed in the quiz. Initially, we had the American Defense attache with us prompting Dave Western, the pub landlord, to demur about the composition of our team (re: not giving the others a chance), but the US man was just socializing before returning to his team. We were worried after round one because we were level with the 'wineshakers' team who had twice our numbers. In the end though, even with a late surge from the 'sausages' (friends of the original team), we emerged victorious, by a good seven points over the second-placed 'sausages' 60 points to 53(although by our count ten: 63 to 53). I also happened to be there for only the second time a team finished with zero points for round one (having been there earlier this year for the first time), but this team chose not to disband at that as had the first lot and rallied to finish with 18 points. So for us, it was fifty-eight thousand tugrug shared between the four of us - not much but enough to pay for the bar tab. It was the winning that counted and with Dave selling up at the end of the summer and not returning to the pub trade, it could be the last English pub quiz in Mongolia I might attend.