Eavesdrop

I normally listen to my MP3 player on the train in the mornings – in fact as I type this, I’m listening to Disk 7 of Robert Rankin reading “The Antipope”. But the conversations going on around the place can also be worth following.

This morning one of the people sitting near me was telling her companion about a quiz night she’d been to on Sunday. “The questions are getting impossible,” she moaned. “This time the first round was all about the Queen. One question was ‘Who is the Queen’s eldest son?’ I mean, how is anyone supposed to know that???” She then went on to describe how her team had come third.

I think I might try to find out where this quiz night happens. I think I might do rather well there.

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