Quiz Night 2026

The club hosted what has almost become their yearly quiz, another fine set of questions, this time from Quizmaster Simon who hadn’t double booked himself on a stag do this year!

Dubious and in some circles unrepeatable team names from the Men’s Team and the Vet’s, never grow up chaps!

It was another great night, well organised. Thanks to Move Fitness, Fourwards Restaurant, The Red Lion Barlestone, The Windmill Inn, Hannah Batham - Tropic, Mark Brown plus many others who donated prizes for our raffle on the day. Additionally to The Greedy Fish - Newbold Verdon who provided the half-time refreshments.

Here is a “Quiz Match Report” courtesy of Griff who was with the 2026 Champs.

The boys kicked off their quiz night prep at Shooterz, where the warm-up involved less “studying the questions” and more “studying the angles on the pool table.” The banter was flowing early, and so were the competitive streaks. Griffo established himself as the table shark of the evening while just about chalking up the most wins like it was second nature. Years of Greenhill youth clearly built the foundation for that laser focus under pressure. When the pressure was on, Griffo was the man calmly lining up the shot like a seasoned pro.

Meanwhile Stu — the team’s quiet organiser and undisputed logistics manager — was making sure the evening ran smoother than a freshly polished cue ball. While everyone else was busy arguing about whose round it was, Stu had already sorted a taxi. Not just any taxi either — a premium ride complete with a booster seat for Carl. Safety first, lads… even when the average team age suggests otherwise. Carl took the ribbing like a champ, though rumours say he insisted on sitting in the middle seat “just in case.”

As the night rolled on, Jack seemed to adopt a tactical disappearing act. One minute he was there, the next he’d vanished like a magician in a pub garden. Some suspected he was deep in tactical preparation, others claimed he was scouting rival teams. Either way, like clockwork, Jack reappeared exactly when the serious quiz questions landed. Coincidence? The jury’s still out.

Arrival at The Red Lion signalled game time. The atmosphere shifted from pre-match warm-up to championship focus. The team huddled like a secret society while brainstorming their team name — conversations were whispered, phones were shielded, and threats of immediate arrest were issued to anyone attempting to leak classified information. The secrecy was on a level normally reserved for government briefings.

Leading the operation was T-Rex himself — Parker — the captain with presence, confidence, and an aura that said “this quiz is ours.” Every team needs a leader, and Parker stepped into the role with style and authority. Looking sharp and suspiciously well presented, the lads quickly concluded he must have been “on a promise” . Whatever the reason, he was locked in.

Then came the quiz.

Round after round, the boys dug deep into the random corners of their collective knowledge banks. Sport, history, music, pointless facts nobody should know but somehow someone did. There were moments of tension, debates that nearly required VAR, and the occasional confident wrong answer delivered with the authority of a university lecturer.

But when the dust settled and the final scores were read out…

The boys had done it.

Quiz Championship 2026 — secured.

Cue celebrations, victory laps around the table, and a level of noise that suggested England had just won the World Cup. Pride, laughter, and possibly a few exaggerated retellings of who got which answers right filled the room.

With the trophy secured (and reputations enhanced), the lads headed back to the local pub to celebrate properly. Spirits were high, stories were already growing more dramatic by the minute, and the night was far from over.

However… somewhere between leaving the venue and arriving back at the pub, the team realised something concerning.

They were one man down.

A full headcount revealed that a team member had mysteriously disappeared during the transition. No one could quite remember when they last saw him. Theories quickly started flying — wrong taxi, wrong pub, secret kebab mission, or possibly abducted by rival quiz teams seeking revenge.

Search parties were immediately discussed (between pints), WhatsApp messages were sent, and sightings were rumoured.

The investigation is ongoing.

Story to be continued…