It was bad enough that London moved into Tier 3, but then Sophie and I got an invite we couldn’t get out of to a client’s Christmas quiz, wearing a Christmas sweater. I trawled the charity shops and got one in Scope for a fiver. Sophie’s team was called ‘Bring Me a High R Love’, mine ‘No Zoom at the Inn’.
For 90 minutes, we pretended to be jolly with people we’d never met, praying we didn’t make fools of ourselves – as I did by shouting out that the capital of Finland was Oslo. I redeemed myself in the music round. My team were all middle-aged men and I was the only one to know that catchy TikTok song people have been dancing to is by The Weeknd. “Without an ‘e’,” I rather smugly added.
We played our joker on the property round. Then, horror of horrors, one of the questions was: “Which pandemic-named property company launched and went bust this year?” The answer was our old flex office client, Divoc, which lasted for a few months at one small building in Camden.
I let one of the other team answer: “Divoc. Covid backwards. Run by a bunch of jokers.” Another added: “I’m going to launch a company called Ulf!” Everyone laughed – except me.
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