For the last few years, myself and a few friends have been entering the Sci Fi London Film Festival Pub Quiz.

(It says it’s a pub quiz, but it’s actually in a cinema. There are, however, drinks included in the entry price. So that kind of counts.)

Every year, we win.

Every. God. Damn. Year.

(It did come down to a dance-off one year between Dave Green and Paul Cornell. That’s the closest it’s ever been.)

Frankly, we’re just bored with being so awesome. It’d be nice to have a challenge, rather than just pissing all over the other teams from a great height.

Again.

So, here is my challenge to you:

Sign up.
Come along.
Do some SF pub-quizzing.
And make me eat my god-damn words.