Only occured to me last night.

There is no embarrassment greater than having a person tell people about your blog over a microphone at a quiz. It doesn't matter that I knew 85% of the people there personally. The point still stands. Catherine O'Callaghan  the so-called quiz master of the pub quiz I attended last night for "Friends for Romania"
That's the second charity thing I've went to. I bet I sound like a saint, right? Always remember how saintly I am right now when you see me refusing to give a friend 30p for a drink because there is a jug of free water not 20 steps away. Now I know what you're thinking

James, how could you refuse a friend such a small amount of money.

Well the answer is simple. They say friends are priceless. That therefore means you cannot exchange them for currency and are, as a result, worthless. 30p versus worthless people?

Wow I go way of track sometimes, don't I?

Anyway. The pub quiz was really good fun. And what's more, we came second. I had a bet with my friend, Caoimhe mcManus that I would do better in the quiz than her. Frustratingly, we drew second. Well played, Karma. It was pretty surprising seeing as she thought the swiss guard guarded swiss cheese (pretend you knew the real answer to that. I'll save you the brain power and tell you they guard the Pope)

First place went to Kristian Donnely's team. He won four or five advent calenders for his team which were promptly devoured by the neighbouring teams, one of which being Caoimhe's team. Totally unfair! And all I got was a bottle of wine. I don't even drink!

Ah well. Shit happens I suppose. And if that was all, I can count myself lucky. Speaking of luck my pizza has arrived. Dominos is the greatest pizza ever. Anybody who claims otherwise had 6 toes per foot