Saturday, 16 May 2015

Quiz night!

Here at The Fanny and Dick, we are preparing ourselves for another hectic Saturday night.

I've sprinkled down some sawdust and she has put some new fly-papers up.

Here's a sneak preview of Monday's quiz night, hosted by John:

What's your name, then?

Now where have I put my glasses?

Who dropped one?

Could everyone settle down, please?

Do you know how long it has taken me to get here from Trelawnyd?

Can someone buy me a drink?

Rachel, could you keep your voice down please?

Tom, haven't you had enough?

I could go on...


  1. I am finding Fanny and Dick's very funny but difficult to make a comment. I can't help thinking that most of the time I would be pissed out of my brain and demanding to know where the television is so I can watch the Champions League final and shouting at you to get me another drink (like I shouted at P who has just walked into the room with a bottle of Lea & Perrins and I said is that wine?) and serve all the customers waiting at the bar. A joke instead: a woman walks into a bar and asks for a double entendre. So the barman gives her one.

  2. I think I might launch Fanny and Dicks (note the missing apostrophe - it was no accident) on a separate blog. Shame to waste those graphics, shite though they are.

    I do like that joke, but it is very old to me.

  3. What this place needs is a customer friendly Mrs. Slocombe.

  4. I only do a quiz as long as I have a microphone and unlimited cheese and onion crisps

    1. No problem. I'll do your bill at the end of the night.

    2. Trust a cinema-goer to eat crisps next to a microphone.

  5. I so want the new blog to happen, it will amuse me no end.