Another ANZAC victory

From humble beginnings 8 years ago, the infant SRF stretched its wings and launched into a lifelong career as Trivia bums. Week after week after week, a strong contingent has showed up almost every Thursday night to pubs in Glebe, Redfern and Newtown to support each other in our quest for freebies, and perform the unspoken duty to friendship - keeping on keeping on.

We hit a little bump just recently, with a disturbing lack of inner west pubs offering Thursday night trivia. For the very first time in almost a decade, it was suggested that just for one little night, the trivia wagon roll out to a destination on the other side of the bridge, for the first and only time the game would be played merely minutes away from the Northies homes.

When Gretta, Flit, Bron & I showed up for a novel trivia night close to home, we were a little surprised that, like a dagger to our hearts, not one single friend from south of the bridge was to be found. We had been deserted and of all the time spent traveling home from Newtown each week, a mockery was cruelly made. (sniff)

But this sad tale takes a turn for the better my friends! In compensation for the desolation and sorrow caused to us by our 'fair location friends' we found a kick-arse trivia hive!

We fondly dubbed it 'remember when' trivia, as the questions were specially tailored to our opponents, for whom the early part of the 20th century was a fond memory. While we strained and scratched our heads and reached into the far corners of our minds for possible references on documentaries and in history books, our opponents simply reminisced and enjoyed the quiet satisfaction of recalling their lives.

We quickly developed a reputation as 'the special team' for whom no amount of sympathy and support should be spared. Flit collected un-asked-for answers at the bar. The host's kindly assistant re-phrased all of the round one questions especially for us. At one point, when Bron asked the host for a clue as to the national sport of Canada, he looked at us doubtfully and said "well the name of it is La Crosse." We had regular check ups, when the host or his kindly assistant would tell us quite explicitly what we had right and what we had wrong. And the right answer to what we had wrong begins with the letter...


Our spirits boosted when we discovered our natural talent for the rewarding 'chocolate factory' and enjoyed shower upon shower of glittering chocolate bars. Soon we began to gain in confidence. Flit came through in spectacular fashion on the geography while Bronwen revealed her 'P.O.S.H.' knowledge and surprised us all. Lady cruised to glory in the heads or tails round and including the first sympathy jug, we enjoyed 3 free jugs of the golden stuff.

And then in a final moment of sheer inspiration, we perfectly timed our joker, doubling our points on the round we aced. Glory upon glory, we nudged into third place to steel the boxed chocolate and champagne prize that we enjoyed as our victory feast before heading home to our beds, not more than 30 minutes away from anyone.