The Pub Quiz (or bad losers)

I can't believe it's taken me this long to write about the pub quiz. As we are of course all aware it's the cultural activities outside school that are so much more important than what we actually came here to do.

Just around the corners from A***'s by metro St Paul on monday nights (8.30/9pm) the pub quiz takes place, a bastion of all things british in the midst of Paris - cheese and onion or salt and vinegar crisps, beer and proper english tea. (You look behind the bar. There are plastic boxes marked 'french tea', 'proper tea (tetleys)' and 'posh earl grey'.)

At the moment at school we are all pretending to be children between the ages of about 3 and 7 years old. As you can imagine, this is hillarious. It's also lovely to see everyone in brightly coloured, sensible clothes. All our mum's can breathe a sigh of relief to think that our kidneys are all nicely covered with thick tights and wooley jumpers. Joss was talking today about the hierachys in the playground. In fact all the teachers have been talking heirachy all week. - Which child is the leader, which is the informer, which is the sucker-up and which is the competitive.

I had another Lecoq moment of self revelation when I found myself playing une deux trois soleil (grandmothers footsteps to the anglophones among us) to win!

And this is the one problem with the otherwise delightful pub quiz. We always do respectably, but we never win. And I want to WIN. What fun is playing if we don't actually win?

So, a call to arms. Come on everyone. Join us. Together, all 33 of us around a pub table for 4, we can win!!!