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Shouldn't you know the answers?

What is in the mind of someone who applies to go on a quiz programme?  Is it that they are confident that they know the answers?  Or if there is money to be won, maybe that is all they think about, but surely they also know that in order to win the money they actually do have to answer the questions correctly.  I watched half a quiz programme the other evening.  I had to turn it off half way through it was so pathetic.

Examples from that programme:

When asked what vegetable had the same name as something in the body, the young man didn't know the answer.  When told that it was marrow, he said he didn't know marrow was a vegetable.

Which continent is Singapore in?  The middle aged lady replied 'Europe'.

The South Downs runs through Sussex and which other county?  An older gentleman replied 'Manchester'.

A young lady thought that the river Avon ran through Norfolk.

It is scary what people don't know and they were all ages so you can't say they are not taught anything in schools these days, although I would be inclined to agree.

From people to insects, ants in fact, who are clearly cleverer than humans.   Could someone please remind me why they roam the earth, and in such numbers, and why my house is so attractive to them?

And here is the other thing.  Why do the plants (weeds) up in the garden that I never visit grow like triffids while any plant that enters my house, dies?

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