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Another overcast day and Meg the Black Cat is not a well wee soul...
She seems to be wasting away before our eyes...
Out and the cathedral was nestling behind some tress...
...while a bank tried to convince that it's changed...
At lunchtime, a fruitless trip to the Royal Mile in an attempt to further reduce a line of credit...
Views included the old flat...
Dark skies on the way home...
...where Meg continued in listlessness...
Anne decided to stay at home with Meg while I made my way to Bert's Bar for a Pub Quiz, the two of us having been invited a couple of days ago by chum Jim Park...
His neighbour, who looks after Jim's cat, Ted, was the quizmaster....
Our team comprised your correspondent, marketing Guru (and former Spidermanlike goalie) Greg, Headmaster Al, Comedian, Gardener and IT specialist Jim....
..and artist, poet and mathematician Pete...
At the end of round one, we had scored nine out of ten - while the scores of the other teams bode well for our future fortunes...
Only a wayward shout re the first first minister of Scotland had let us down - a similar faux pas in round 2 re Texas being larger than Alaska took us to 18/20...
We were doing well, until questions regarding Shakira, Beyonce and Rhianna left the five fifty-something men stumped...
Our grasp of sport also pulled us back somewhat - we were reduced to answering "Dobbin" when it came to a horse in something called "The Grand National" - only marginally better than your correspondent's shout of "Nijinsky" - who I believe was actually a ballet dancer...
In the end we were just one point ahead of our nearest rivals as we went into the last round, which comprised a series of ever easier clues regarding the identity of a well known individual, whose identity you had just one chance to guess - the earlier your answer, the more points you'd garner...
We thought we were done for when our rivals "The Old Fucks" (not sure if that actually was their team name) jumped up after the first clue - a date of birth and birthplace - shouting "got it" and confidently strode to the quizmaster with their answer to earn a possible 10 points...
My antics of putting the front of my jersey over my head in celebration in a footballer stylee at the end of the second last round seemed about to be coming back to haunt me...
However, when, a couple of questions later, they jumped up once again shouting "got it" and confidently strode to the quizmaster with their answer to earn a possible 7 points - we realised they'd completely failed to grasp the concept of answering only when you were entirely sure of yourself...
In fact they answered four times...
We, on the other hand, were content to plod and took just three points - having learned quite a lot about Mark Knopfler's life...
Easily enough for us to run out winners by a margin of four...
Championes...
Our prize?
A £20 credit note for Bert's Bar - which we "banked" (we'd easily spent twice this during the quiz) - and, erm, between us, three very small bags of crisps...
..while our deadly rivals received a huge bag containing more than three small bags of crisps...
So who were the real winners?
Suck it up, team "unable-to-follow-the concept"...
A drive home to Anne and a still listless Meg - to watch "Big Bang Theory" on the Tivo then off to bed...
Highlight of the Day : Winning - yes, it is all about winning....
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