I scampered to Dalston for the weekly pub quiz at The George. One of the questions was “how many teeth does a turtle have?” It doesn't depend on the turtle's oral hygiene; the answer, of course, is none. But we didn't know that. We discounted “one” pretty quickly. One tooth would be pretty redundant, not having another tooth to gnash against. It would just, kind of scoop stuff up, wouldn't it. No, teeth have to be opposable, certainly. Eventually, in the spirit of compromise between 5 hotheaded pubquizzers, we put “four”. Four. Four teeth. How on earth could any living creature function with 4 teeth? Could ask Shane McGowan, I suppose.

I named the quiz team “Deep Turtle”, which got a laugh, so I didn't reveal that it's actually the name of a Finnish jazz-hardcore band. We came about 5th in the first round and 8th in the second, falling at such cliched pub quiz hurdles as confusing Pol Pot with the Reverend Sun Myung Moon, and not knowing that some US President made clothes for himself and all his cabinet. Other moments of note:

Q: Which three races make up The Triple Crown?
A: Uh… egg & spoon… uh….

Q: Which plant is able to eat a whole cheeseburger?
A: Robert?

On the way home I listened to Gilbert O'Sullivan and marvelled, once again, at his song A Woman's Place Is In The Home, laughing hysterically at the bit where he goes “Oooh Baby” – as if the poor downtrodden girl he's singing at will still be in the room after he's finished the first refrain.