Adventures in the Sandford Quiz - No. 3

This week we didn't make it to the quiz. Our Sandford friends AA and CP were otherwise engaged in the Lake District, and I was too knackered to do any form of brain wracking. Therefore, our total remains at £26 with perhaps only 1 quiz (plus a potential Christmas special) to boost the curry fund.

Sweet Jesus, was I tired Sunday evening - so much so I could not stay awake to watch Curb Your Enthusiasm on More4. (CYE is one of only three shows that I refuse to miss an episode of. The bit with Larry in the car calling David Schwimmers dad is making me chuckle as I type. This would really annoy Helen if she was here because it appears that I am laughing at nothing. The other two programmes I never miss are HIGNFY and Monday Night Football (i.e. Gridiron) which I video and then watch over the following nights of the week. This too annoys Helen, and may be part of the reason I do it.)

The root of my tiredness was two late nights sandwiching a day Christmas shopping (talking of Christmas, get ready for a special treat through the month of December right here on SYi2!). Friday night was superb - a few pints of home brew (of the delayed drunken effect type) followed by an excellent late night horror movie and a portion of a bottle of Whisky. Perfect. Then I was up early to get into Exeter.

However, during my truncated sleep, I found myself dreaming constantly of Coca Cola, and when I woke I was desperate for some. This is not the first time that coke have used my slightly-drunken slumber to advertise their drink to me. As always the advertising worked and I drank a couple of litres whilst shopping. This amount of sugar placed me in a strange mood where I walked around Exeter trying to convince Helen I was having imaginary phone conversations and using my scarf to pretend I was Seth Conway from Westcountry news interviewing her.

Saturday night involved the cat incident, but I slept ok and I would have been alright had I not agreed to mounting a mirror on the bedroom wall late Sunday afternoon. Why oh why do I try to do DIY at times when I'm least suited to using power tools? Suffice to say I've decided there is no need to mount the mirror to the wall and I've left some holes for Helen to fill.

Anyhow, that's enough of this rambling - well done if you made it to the end. Hopefully AinSQ will return in a fortnight.