.. a rundown pub on the outskirts of Wigan when your driver is approached by a random derelict and accused of running illicit dogfights (the wino looked like he was involved in dogfighting, but in a more directly participatory manner).
wires74 wrote:cp999 a lot of extraordinary things seemed to have happened to you in
WIGAN do you spend a lot of time round there or what ?
A lot of strange things have happened to me in many places
Ejected from an airport after giving my name to security as "Lev Davidovich Bronstein" (I don't think that was the only reason for my ejection)
Refused access to the toilet in a bowling alley because I had emptied the machine.
However in this particular case I went down to Wigan to see a fellow player and we ended up on a several day tour of the area. I seem to recall it also including a spit-and-sawdust pub in Birkenhead (lovely!).
wires74 wrote:Went DOWN to WIGAN jesus where are you based INVERNESS or what ?
See that wee bit just north of Hadrian's wall, Scotland? They've got pubs and internet too. Some of us even - shock horror - live here...
It's also got an issue with people thinking they should be independent of England based on something that happened hundreds of years ago but I wont go into that rant.
You know you're playing in a low-ranking uni student bar when you find that every single game is winnable, the top 30% of humanity having been creamed off by the other establishments.
You know you're playing in a Spoons when the people behind you are working out how best to make someone disappear.
You know you're quizzing around middle-class people when you hear snide comments from the insecure.
You know you're quizzing around working-class people when punters appreciate the level of skill.
funniest thing in the jackass film-when our hero goes into the u.s version of b&q walks into a bathroom display,sits on the loo and launches a log.Hilarious.
To rejuvenate this old thread, one from the weekend: you know you are quizzing in a Wetherspoons in Wood Green, London, when a six- or seven-year old child comes up to you at the machine and tells you confidently that his favourite game is Monster Cash...
quizard wrote:You know you are quizzing in Sheffield Hallam SU bar when someone is watching you with a pet rat.
Reading back through this one has reminded me of a pub in the centre of Reading, not very far from the 'posh' area of the Oracle, where I witnessed the landlord feeding dead mice to his pet snake on the table where presumably pub food was being served only a few hours before.
The ItBox hadn't been up to much anyway so, in the style of the tabloid reporters on a brothel sting, I made my excuses and left...
