Quiz Stories

My village pub hosts a quiz every Wednesday evening. In the winter, only a dozen locals turn out, but summer numbers are swollen by campers from the nearby country park and other tourists. We’d moved to the village from London a few years ago. Most locals welcomed us, being incomers themselves. The exceptions were a few die-hards who resented change. Their ringleader Brynn, my pub quiz nemesis, was perched on his usual se...