“Where the fuck was Rich Cooper last week?” said no one.
First of all, thanks to my heroes/mates Wayne Farry and Wil Jones for filling in on the Pub Quiz at short notice.
Just to clarify a few points raised in last week’s quiz intro: I did not have my foot stuck in a toilet, nor was my head stuck in a beehive, nor indeed was my tongue stuck to an icy lamppost.
Thank you all for your letters of concern though, and to the person who sent the large bouquet of roses with the note, “Get well soon, you absolute bastard,” I appreciate your enthusiasm.
Back to regular service now. Eat my quiz!
