Today in school we split into new classes, and so there was a slight pressure to lay down a marker for the next ten weeks or so. I need not have worried, as within ten minutes I had confidently set out my stall, preparing my new classmates for the schadenfreude that lay ahead. I was keen to know when our new textbooks would be delivered, but when I asked the teacher when the new classroom building would be arriving he just let the piercing laughter of my peers serve as an answer.
This evening I went to another pub quiz, this time in Ebisu, although it was run by the same charity as the one that I had gone to on Sunday evening. This meant that I had heard at least half of the answers once before, and so our team was at a definite advantage compared to the others. In fact morally I felt a little bit skeptical, so unfair was the playing field, and so high were the stakes (a bottle of champagne). Still I managed to battle my inner conscious and plough on regardless; after all it was only a pub quiz. We came second; one of the other teams also had someone in it who was at Sunday night’s quiz, the cheating gits!