There were 7 teams in total, at the Brass Monkey, all looking to grab the chance to have a chance to win the quiz jackpot
During the quiz I trialled a new Bonus Round where all teams hand in a believable plot to a movie title I gave them (in this case ‘The Unholy Three), I pop in the actual plot, and the teams decide which one they think is the real plot.
2 points went to the teams that correctly guessed the actual correct plot, and one point for each guess that their plot gets.
Here were the options for ‘The Unholy Three’...
1. A ‘B movie’ where a priest with multiple personality disorder hunts down sinners and kills them
2. A 1920s crime drama in which a transvestite, a midget and a strongman start their own crime gang
3. Anti porno where 3 handsome guys meet a gorgeous buxom blonde, only to find out she has no enterable holes
4. Three IRH member conceive an elaborate plot to disguise themselves a priests, and kill the President of the United States
5. A pornographic take on the story of the 3 Wise Men
6. A delusion woman believes she hears voice from God, the Devil and Mary Mother of Christ
7. A woman dreams about Gary Glitter, onions and sperm, then awakes to find she has a phobia of all three
One of these is the actual plot to a movie called ‘The Unholy Three’! Which one do you think is real?
Anyways, back to the quiz...
#Ultimate MFs picked up top prize of a bottle of bubbly - minus the bubbles - but were defeated by the cards even though they decided to play fair and square for once, as opposed to playing the ‘same game’...
It went through all the team leaving last placed Young Team to give it a shot. Alison duly came up and smashed the cards in the easiest of fashions, leaving just one question between her and £100, which according to my mate, O. Pistorius, is enough money to buy 400 shotgun shells and still have enough cash left over to purchase a new bathroom door. Result.
She answered a question about Shitties but even with the option of four possible answers she failed meaning the jackpot rolled over to £125, which according to my mate, O. Pistorius, is enough money to buy a pretty lawyer for a day... He’s a scoundrel, so he is!
I’ll see you next week.