After yet another evening of having to play second fiddle to a table of middle-aged, balding, guffawing, real ale drinking, historical battle re-enacting virgin shitbags. I call upon the pooled knowledge of the genius collective of RR boffins. Never again shall I and my team of Mrs MLP and friends lose the weekly pub quiz to these smug arseholes. At 2030 next tuesday, I shall renew this thread with every question we do not know and by wielding the power of Blackberry, you shall bestow me with the correct answers. This is not cheating, this is scoring a point for the normal man. For those who do not religiously watch eggheads, who do not complete every broadsheet cryptic crossword in 4 minutes flat, who do not read Nat-geo cover to cover seven thousand times before wanking to pictures of Magnus Magnussen. Together my friends, we shall be victorious. Tuesday the 13th of April, 2030; this will by our time my friends, I call on you, be there and together we shall reign supreme. The winnings shall go to the RN/ RM benevolent fund. Who's with me?