Norfolk pub quiz team continues search for funny name

A local pub team from Norfolk are continuing their search for a funny team name, after months of an exasperating, fruitless weekly search.

The 4 earnest quizzers, led by their team captain, Eddie, 56, are mainstays at the Thursday quiz at the Prince Albert in King’s Lynn, and do well in the quiz but continue to be frustrated with their efforts to come up with a humorous or pithy name for their team.

‘Everyone knows the name of the team is just as important as your performance in the quiz’, said Eddie. ‘When Dave the quizmaster reads out your team name, it can make or break your week depending on whether you get a little cheer, a few laughs, or whether it’s just met with tumbleweed and total silence’.

‘Our problem seems to be we just go for quite factual names with no attempt at humour. Our team is all made up of wholesale fishmongers at King’s Lynn fish market, so we went with ‘Norfolk and Weigh’ - factually correct, I suppose , but no-one’s laughing at that are they?’.

‘The week after, we had a friend join us - Elizabeth Swallocks, we call her Betty’, continued Eddie. She juggles in her spare time, so we went with ‘Juggling with our Betty Swallocks’ that week. Again, it said who we were, but it’s not exactly funny is it.

‘A couple of weeks ago, another mate of mine joined the team - Peter York-Hunt, as he was down in King’s Lynn playing Aladdin in the annual panto. Our team name that week - suggested by Stan, was Aladdin York-Hunt. I told Stan we needed to try and find some humorous angle rather than just describe our guest team member, but there you go’.

‘This week I don’t know what we’re going to do for a name’, continued Eddie. ‘None of the regular team can make it this week, so I’ve asked my mate Mike Candells to step in. He’s bringing his 3 brothers with him too. They’re all fanatics of the Two Ronnies. All four of them. All four Candells, would you believe!’

‘I was thinking of some Two Ronnies related pun or gag - ‘The Worm that Turned’, or ‘it’s good night from me, and it’s good night from us’, something like that. What do you think?.’

Clacton pub removes "MPs not welcome" sign

A pub in Clacton appears to have led the wave of pubs that are refusing to serve MPs.  Most of the recent pubs have specified Labour MPs, but some can't spell Labour so have left it a bit more generic. 

Most landlords quietly admit they wouldn't recognise their MP if he or she walked in anyway as the last election was over a year ago and they weren't in when the prospective candidates knocked on their front door.

It transpires that the initiative started in Clacton, nearly eighteen months ago.  The landlord hasn't changed his point of view but as nobody has seen their MP anywhere in Clacton since the election it seemed a waste of window space.

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Outrage as woman forced to eat Spanish food on Spanish holiday

As the summer holiday season approaches, many Brits will be looking forward to getting away from the drudgery of moaning about the current state of the country and heading towards the sunny climate of Spanish resorts. However, holidaymakers have been warned to prepare to possibly be disappointed upon hearing the harrowing tale of one Tenerife holidaymaker who was forced to sample the local cuisine on her all inclusive holiday.

"When I go abroad, I don't want much" stated Eileen McKipling, 63. have a very simple list of things I want to experience; sunbathing, drinking alcohol, lying by the pool I never swim in, on a sun lounger I woke up at 6am to reserve, murdering I Will Survive on the karaoke and possibly getting a shag off one of the bartenders. The last thing I want to do is to sample the local culture, so you can imagine my shock when I went to get a meal and instead of having fish and chips I was served something called a Tortilla."

Eileen had hoped that this would be a one-off, but would soon be proven wrong "I thought maybe their cooker had packed up and they had to serve their own stuff, and I would look forward to a battered sausage or the like the next day. But no, once again we were given Spanish muck that I can't even pronounce. Just horrible. When I go on a holiday, the most adventurous I want to get is to go looking for an English pub when I fancy a Yorkshire pudding dinner."

"The worst part is when they gave me this awful soup they called Gazpacho. Clearly they couldn't be bothered to turn the oven on as it was stone cold."

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