I got kidnapped tonight. There was a trap set, with a copy of Mrs Beeton as the bait, and before I knew it I was doing a pub quiz in Lewisham with a quizmaster who makes Jen in the Duke of Argyll seem to be racing through the quiz at an insane rate of knots. We (me, hoshuteki, publicansdecoy, obsessive_katy, mrs_leroy_brown and sbp) won with a rather impressive 48 out of 50 so I had to pick one of three envelopes for a chance to answer the £500 jackpot question. I picked the wrong one. Boh.