Scott Reid swore as he tripped over the chalkboard sign. Gusts of wind were howling out of the North tonight, letting everyone know that winter still had some bite in it yet, and casually making Scott’s life miserable. He hadn’t grabbed his coat on the way out and, as a consequence, he was bloody frozen. Now, the wind had conspired to knock this sign over for him to trip over in the darkness. The sign announced “Quiz Night!” to the sky. Scott kicked it out of his way, only slightly hurting his foot, his mood unimproved by the new intelligence that the pub he was going into was having a quiz night.