Red, red wine

The evening started off so well...not.

Expat pub quiz, our turn to set the questions.

We'd only been there 10 minutes when the poor waitress upended a glass of red wine over me and Tracey, she lives just across from the pub and raced home to change, I ran to to ladies' to try to salvage my jacket.

Apparently, according to some of the more opinionated Yanks, the questions were 'too British' and we should find some Ozzies to come join in the fun, ho hum, at least we fed them Walkers* crisps in the final round (and made them guess the flavour).

We wont be asked back - result!!

* other manufacturers are available