Thursday night is quiz night.

Lots of bizarre conversations today. G at work was talking about the time she had to finger-knit an umbilical cord for a model uterus in P5. PP shared a story about 2 lads at the cricket club, good pals, who one night when drunk, got each other's initials tattooed on their arses. And J shared that he and his flat mate once bought a John Travolta annual and an encyclopaedia of serial killers from a charity shop... people are great.
We won the quiz too.