Lots of wine, not much wisdom

We went to the University Wine and Wisdom evening with Bea and her partner Steve yesterday evening. It's like a grand pub quiz. Ten rounds of ten themed questions. Plus a mystery round. This time the mystery round was a picture quiz where you had to name 40 buildings. We didn't do too badly with that one. 33 correctly named buildings. We got full marks on the first round. And then it all went horribly wrong. What we know about soap operas could be written on the back of a very small postage stamp. We discover that we don't know very much about London either. We also don't know all that much about popular music or art and literature. We didn't come last. But only just!! So no wisdom at all. Wine it is.

They put these evenings on two or three times a year. £5 a head. Wine costs extra (and is amazingly expensive!) The entrance fee includes supper. Last night it was meat pie, potatoes and mushy peas. Mushy peas are the food of the devil. Disgusting. Revolting. Bleurgh. Yurk. Pff pff pff pff pff pffffffffff. Even when they're liberally doused in mint sauce they remain absolutely ghastly. They are emphatically not a foodstuff. The Builder, on the other hand, seems to think that they are a foodstuff. Mind you, he thinks that about pineapple as well and is equally convinced that avocado is not a foodstuff, so his judgement is not entirely sound. It was fortunate last evening though. He despatched my revolting disgusting, slightly eggy tasting green globular gunk with what appeared to be pleasure.

So. All would have been well. Had it not been for Bea who, at the very end of the evening, offered me a gin and tonic. Then the suggestion was that we should repair, together with the quiz masters and one or two others, to a local pub. Where we stayed until closing time. Drinking gin (well, I was). I got up at the latest possible minute this morning! Remarkably headache free, considering!

My aversion to mushy peas has long seemed odd to me. I love fresh peas. I like frozen peas. I eat tinned peas and even (reconstituted) dried peas quite regularly. Mushy peas, though, have a faint, slightly off, eggy taste. Upon investigation today I think I might have found the cause. For reasons that completely escape me, they put sodium bicarbonate in mushy peas. Very odd. No wonder they taste disgusting!

Taffa has been offered a new job. Freyja has found a new flat. It's all good!