The Thatch Doctors
I hadn’t been down “The Thatched Cottage” in years. It’s one of those local pubs where the crowd from the Totland Estate started going when they closed down that den of iniquity, that tavern of ill repute, that wonderful old shitehole the Prince Louis.
And Becky hadn’t been there either, so when our neighbour offered to take us down “The Thatch” for a pint or three we jumped at the chance; what better to do on a Sunday evening when the kids are safely chained up ’round a friend’s house?
No sooner had we crossed the threshold and ducked under the old oak beams, we were drinking Adnam’s Broadside and drawn into the pub quiz with the promise of prizes for the winning team and the best team name. After quips about trimming Becky’s thatch and other silly suggestions we settled on the name “The Thatch Doctors” even though between a web designer, an aviation engineer and a medical writer there was only one PhD.
After 30 questions about pop music, boxers, motorways and the make-up of atoms, we waited with baited breath…
…and found out that we’d won on 24 points.
No time for another pint, unfortunately, but we did bag a nice bottle of Semillon Chardonnay.
Go Thatch Doctors. Go Thatched Cottage.
Nice one!!!
I did something almost similar a few years ago. Turning up at a long not frequented pub on quiz night and managing a third place. Obviously I’m not as clever as you mate!
You’re in deep do-do. DEEP.
Brom: LOL, good job, Brom
But nah, there were three of us with Dr. BBFK at the helm… 
My BBFK: OK, I’ve stopped laughing at your reaction now. There’s no tea up my nose or spillage on my desk and I can focus on getting back to you dear…
Yes, what is it? Why am I in trouble, sweetheart?
The TC ! Wow, its been a few years since I was in there.
Red: Yep, and apparently it’s “under new management” or so I was told. I wouldn’t have known who the last landlord was anyway.
Not bad at all, if you ask me
Nice work Drs, and apparently the locals weren’t waiting outside to beat the crap out of you…?
Mummy/Crit: LOL, nah, the guy who was blowing kisses at Dr BBFK was too busy having a fight with his coat… he was so pissed he couldn’t get it on properly LOL
sigh. i need a vacation. i need to visit that cottage.
Rebekah: And you and Erik can come and prop up the bar with us, get drunk and do fabulously well at more pub quizzes, right? =)
yes. correct. very correct. you know us well
Rebekah: That’s why we’re buddies, right?
well yes, that and youre mere inches away from maltesers
i’m kidding. i’d like you even if you weren’t.
ps tell your woman to quit being a stranger and say hi once in awhile. sheesh.
I guess the gods had followed you there. They get thirsty too you know.