Who would have guessed that so many people wanted to flee All-Hallow's eve? and have dinner? Very well done all of you who, from the far flung corners of the pub, pricked up your ears, and made what sense you could of references to your water-holes. Puffins, you richly deserved your £50, and (this is a team name, I promise) ;:) your faces when you realised you'd won a bottle of wine were enough to make the evening worthwhile. Now, Hallow-Qweenz. You were nearly our winners. I do hope that your seasonal name doesn't mean you're about to fly south for the winter, we'd love to see you again!