No Sleep til Chelmsford

Who'd have thought that it would take almost as long to get to Chelmsford as Edinburgh? For the quiz on Friday night, the car journey from south London was quite something, and left us with little time to set everything up at the venue. A little problem with connection to the projector sorted, and I was ready to unleash a good three hours heavy quizzing to the good people of Essex.
It was pretty exhausting, actually, especially as my foot is killing me at the moment, and i'd much rather be feet up in front of the boxing on a Friday night.
But the reaction was enormously positive, being told it was 'the best quiz I've ever been to' and one woman lavishing praise and trying to get our contact details while i was trying to read out the final scores. Which was nice, though yet more distracting was another woman who had misheard 19 rather than 90 in one of the final questions (though no other teams had) and seemed to imply that was my fault, likewise implying it was my fault her team was at the back of the room and had trouble seeing the screen for some questions. (The other team right at the back came 2nd of 14 teams so I don't think it was the crucial factor in their lowly position).
Dealing with complaints and queries is all part of the job, and, in some ways, knowing how lairy I get in a quiz or a football match feeling that an injustice has been done, it's nice how rarely any kind of issue isn't dealt with with the utmost ease.
Of course, it helps that we know where our questions have come from and we know how and why they are right, it helps, i think, that one can usually afford to be placatory with a point here or there, but still, I got barred from a pub once for taking issue very strongly with a quizmaster (it goes without saying i was in the right, doesn't it.....) so well done for keeping your cool, people of Britain, you're better men and women than I.