I'm juggling several things at once, right now. By which I don't mean I'm literally throwing objects from my left hand to my right and occasionally under my leg while tipping a cheeky wink to the audience, no, I mean I'm busy.

On Tuesday I took my place in a team at the pop quiz at the Boogaloo in Highgate. I was appalling. My only significant input was knowing the answer “Siouxsie And The Banshees” to one question, which is a pretty sad reflection on a man who has spent most of his life involved with music. I couldn't even identify a picture of Gustav Mahler, although what on earth he was doing in a pop quiz I'm not quite sure. Maybe if Symphony No 1 had been edited down to a 7″ single and plugged heavily at Radio 1 in the mid-70s, he might have had a hit on his hands. But we'll never know.

Anyway, and buggered off as soon as the questions had been asked, so convinced were they that we'd lost by a mile. So myself and sat there, slowly draining our glasses in misery, but then the incredible news came through that we'd scraped into joint 4th place. Between us we came to the unanimous decision that he and not I should participate in the tiebreak question to win a bottle of champagne. And so Bob Dylan obsessive marched up to the quizmaster, to be asked “In what year was Bob Dylan born?” Marvellous.

Yesterday I continued my lucky streak of freebies by being allowed to drink for free at the American Bar at the Savoy.

In two hours me and my companion glugged our way through about £80 worth of cocktails (that's about 6 cocktails, by the way) including a eye-watering absinthe concotion called savoy.com. I'd got dressed up in a suit especially – an unusual occurence, no matter what my user icon there might suggest – and so was a bit despondent to see most of the clientele sporting jeans and getting wrecked at some posh office Xmas party. A loud American man competed with heavy-handed jazz versions of pop classics by screaming loudly about how much he'd like to own a Land Rover Discovery. If he'd left at that point and not bought 3 more rounds of drinks, he'd probably have had enough for the deposit.

I rounded off with something called a “Danish Delight”, or similar. I asked the head barman how it got its name. He laughed. “You want to know the truth?” Well, of course I do. “I invented it at the time I was going out with a beautiful Danish woman.” How nice. Later he told Jenny that actually it was because they had several dozen bottle of Aquavit in the cellar and didn't know what to do with them. Now that's investigative journalism.