It took me a while to figure out the email. Mixed news, it said. It said that last year. But also, underlined, the words ‘your audition was successful’.
It turns out that they don’t have enough space for me this year, but they have given me an automatic place for next! So I’m in! I’m going to be on Brain of Britain! Just in 2025 rather than 2024.
What’s brilliant about that is that I know have more than a year to prepare. I’m no Kevin Ashman, but I’ll do my best to bring my quiz A-game next summer.
They attached the audition questions and answers and I scrolled through. 29/30 this time, which is a great result! Last year I got 27. My guesswork had really paid off. 97% seems a bit of alright to me, and I am rightly proud of myself.
It is okay to be proud of yourself, isn’t it? I mean, I’m never exactly sure. The last thing I’d want to be is pompous or arrogant about an achievement, but it would seem equally as wrong not to say anything at all. Somewhere in the middle are our shareable moments of success.
What did I get wrong? Well. Turns out I didn’t know the ingredients in a Tom Collins. I had a vague idea it was served in a tumbler, but I picked vodka instead of gin, because hey, I don’t know cocktails… yet.
By next summer I will. I’ll find a way. I’ll find a way to learn lots of things.
I emailed back and said thank you. Then I sketched out a rough idea of where to start with revising subjects. It’s strange I suppose, but the learning seems to be the most enjoyable part!
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