RL writes:
“I used to go to a great pub quiz in the Queens Arms, Shieldfield, Newcastle. One evening, there was a pissed up bloke in the corner, shouting out answers – right and wrong. The quizmaster gave him a couple of warnings about spoiling the quiz, but he didn’t pay much attention and kept shouting out the answers.
“I turned round and was about to give him a piece of my mind, and then realised it was very drunk Geordie athletics legend, Brendan Foster.” |