Last night Tony and me took part in a pub quiz. We're no strangers to this sort of thing, and even though by the end of the quiz Tony was drunk and slurring his words, and making a nuisance of himself, our team managed to win, and in turn, pocket fifty pounds prize money. There were five of us on the team, but although Tony and me ended up with a tenner each, both of us agreed that it had been a good opportunity to put our brains into action, and impress the world with just how much we really know. Sid the landlord thought that we were the most intelligent people in the pub, and reckons that we could do wonders in the national pub quiz competition. Alas, we've already been down that road once before, and although we had a great time visiting various pubs, and getting hopelessly drunk, we only only ended up completely broke, and on the losing team!
Sid understood our reluctance, and said that it's probably best not to relive previous experiences.
Tony agreed with him, although he couldn't stay around until closing time to discuss the matter further, as he ended up collapsing in a heap on the floor, due to an excessive intake of alcohol. He made quite a spectacle of himself, but after managing to get to his feet, and bidding the other customers goodnight, he regained his dignity and decided to head off home.