On an ideal week, I attend two quizzes. The first is at a local community centre, which is sparsely attended, has art rounds such as "Draw a duck's day out" (Scan forthcoming), and the prize is a round of drinks for the team. The second is in a pub, run by an internet company and presumably syndicated across the country, all the tables are taken, and I have no idea what the prize is.
So why do I like to attend quizzes? Partly for the beer, partly for the chance of free beer. Mostly for an excuse to sit in a pub for over two hours, dazzling friends with the sheer breadth of stupid rubbish you know, and the slim chance of feeling better than all the other people in the room on an demonstrable scale. Plus, you get to show off, which helps.
It's probably that same feeling that keeps dragging me back to 1 vs 100, the quiz game on Xbox Live, although that's more a test of reflexes and strategy with skips than pure trivia-testing.
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