28/10/2026
The ABPQLC returned last night, fresh from its mid-season break (mid season - jesus christ, dragging a bit now this, isn’t it). Autumn has fallen on Sailortown. When the season kicked off, it did so in the cool late summer sun, our competitors adorned in light shirts, flowing skirts, sun kissed and jovial from a long summer of day-time pints and warm, languid evenings in the garden. Last night, in the long dark as a swirling storm threatened, our competitors, unperturbed, buttoned to the neck, faces flushed from the cold fell into the warm womb of the American Bar, where cosy pub season was well and truly underway. And what a night it was.
The Bar Monkeys, the plucky staff team, were in fine form. As questions came they not only went about blowing the competition away, but deftly continued to pull some of the creamiest pints we’ve ever seen. It was a superlative, virtuoso, two-handed performance. It put us in mind of some of the great athletes that excelled in more than one area; like Arnie Schwarzenegger, champion body-buidler who became the highest grossing actor in the world in complete defiance of his total inability to coherently speak, or George Foreman, the world heavy weight who could not only punch the face clean off your chin but designed a best-selling counter-top grill while spitting firmly in the face of every conceivable health and safety regulation in the book.
Quizmaster LeBron Crewcut could barely contain his discomfort. “Lads,” he said, “Now look, yous did great, done yourselves proud, but I’ve a reputation to uphold. It doesn’t exactly look good when the house wins, you know what I mean. Maybe next week, I dunno, maybe change it up a bit, give Rian the night off, maybe bring in Nato, or Jessie, or better yet, that Hannah one, or that sh*t-for-brains Pete - you know, the dumb dumbs. Let's not let this happen again.”
Strong words from LeBron - lets see how the staff respond, on next week's episode of The American Bar Pub Quiz League of Champions!