Things to think about and puzzle over
Tuesday, 11 February 2014
Saturday, 8 February 2014
St Valentine's Day Masquerade
Looking for something different to do this Valentine's day? How about a Murder Mystery Party!
St Valentine's Day Masquerade is for 8 Players and costs £ 20 from ITM Games.
St Valentine's Day Masquerade
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It is Chicago, it is 1923, and it is the time of prohibition.
Danny 'Diamond' Ditali, the infamous rum runner and gang boss has a problem. Last night he ordered 8 hits by eight members of his gang.
But now he hears that one of his victims is now in the hands of the FEDs, and squealing like a pig. Yet all his gang reported success, so how can this be?
Who lied to him? Who is still alive?
A murder mystery with a difference, Who Didn't Do It?
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
Don't know who wrote this poem but it is so sad.....
Just a Staffy Cross
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| Staffordshire Bull Terrier http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:StaffBT.jpg |
Today is just another day – to me they’re all the same
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I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the “Staffy” shame.
The shame is in our numbers, there’s thousands with no home.
Thousands just like me you’ll find, in kennels all alone.
My mum was “just a Staffy”, my father – well who knows?
Mum, too, became unwanted, as the last puppy goes.
And then begins the process, of money-making deals
A life of “moving on” unfolds, who cares how the Staffy feels?
If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours
But that pup is getting bigger now, just look at those big paws.
You brought me for your image, thought I’d make you look more tough
But you’ll find my boisterous nature has already got too much.
If you had thought to train me, with kindness and with praise
You would have had a faithful friend to share your darkest days.
I would lay down my life for you, but you simply cannot see
You make sure you get your money back on what you paid for me.
And on it goes, until one day, I’m no longer worth a dime
The retail on an adult staff – not worth the waste of time.
So what happens to a Staffy now? Do you really want to know?
Do you care what will become of us, when we leave our final home?
Have you ever thought to wonder, “Where is that Staffy now?”
The “Staffy” has another name; he’s become a “stray” somehow.
Me, I was put into a car and driven far away
The door held open, I jumped out, I thought to run and play.
It was with joy and happy heart I turned to look for you
You drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too.
I wondered round for many days before I was brought here.
Now I wait with heavy heart, trepidation and with fear.
Seven days is all I have you see, seven days for you to claim
The little dog that you threw out, for which you have no shame.
This is my last goodbye now my seven days are up
If only more thought had gone into the future of that pup
As the needle empties to my veins I lay down with one last sigh
I’m sorry I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.
No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I’m bad
No more growling belly from the meals I never had
No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl thats dry
No more complaining neighbours about the noise when I cry
No more hearing ‘shut up’, ‘get down’ ‘get out of here’
No more feeling disliked only peace is in the air
Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can’t see
Why I was ever born, if I weren’t meant to be
My last day of living was the best I ever had
Someone held me very close, I could see she was so sad
I kissed the lady’s face and she hugged me as she cried
I wagged my tail to thank her, then I closed my eyes and…..
died.
...
I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the “Staffy” shame.
The shame is in our numbers, there’s thousands with no home.
Thousands just like me you’ll find, in kennels all alone.
My mum was “just a Staffy”, my father – well who knows?
Mum, too, became unwanted, as the last puppy goes.
And then begins the process, of money-making deals
A life of “moving on” unfolds, who cares how the Staffy feels?
If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours
But that pup is getting bigger now, just look at those big paws.
You brought me for your image, thought I’d make you look more tough
But you’ll find my boisterous nature has already got too much.
If you had thought to train me, with kindness and with praise
You would have had a faithful friend to share your darkest days.
I would lay down my life for you, but you simply cannot see
You make sure you get your money back on what you paid for me.
And on it goes, until one day, I’m no longer worth a dime
The retail on an adult staff – not worth the waste of time.
So what happens to a Staffy now? Do you really want to know?
Do you care what will become of us, when we leave our final home?
Have you ever thought to wonder, “Where is that Staffy now?”
The “Staffy” has another name; he’s become a “stray” somehow.
Me, I was put into a car and driven far away
The door held open, I jumped out, I thought to run and play.
It was with joy and happy heart I turned to look for you
You drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too.
I wondered round for many days before I was brought here.
Now I wait with heavy heart, trepidation and with fear.
Seven days is all I have you see, seven days for you to claim
The little dog that you threw out, for which you have no shame.
This is my last goodbye now my seven days are up
If only more thought had gone into the future of that pup
As the needle empties to my veins I lay down with one last sigh
I’m sorry I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.
No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I’m bad
No more growling belly from the meals I never had
No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl thats dry
No more complaining neighbours about the noise when I cry
No more hearing ‘shut up’, ‘get down’ ‘get out of here’
No more feeling disliked only peace is in the air
Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can’t see
Why I was ever born, if I weren’t meant to be
My last day of living was the best I ever had
Someone held me very close, I could see she was so sad
I kissed the lady’s face and she hugged me as she cried
I wagged my tail to thank her, then I closed my eyes and…..
died.
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
Invitation to contemplate: The 12 Pains of Christmas
Invitation to contemplate: The 12 Pains of Christmas: Don't succumb to the 12 pains of Christmas. Instead enjoy a festive treasure hunt based on the carol "The 12 Days of Christmas&...
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
The 12 Pains of Christmas
Don't succumb to the 12 pains of Christmas.
Instead enjoy a festive treasure hunt based on the carol "The 12 Days of Christmas" at the National Portrait Gallery.
The 12 Days of Christmas Treasure Hunt
You will not have to strain your singing voices, just your "little grey cells" as you try to work out the answers to the song sheet of clues.
This treasure hunt takes place at the National Portrait Gallery in London on Saturday 14th December 2013, starting at 2pm. Teams of up to 5 people will be formed on the day, or bring your own team. Results will be announced after the hunt in a nearby pub and prizes awarded to the winning team.
Buy your tickets in advance from http://co15573.wix.com/invitation2events#!treasure-hunts-in-london/c1yn8
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Thursday, 10 October 2013
Haute Cuisine
Haute Cuisine is a film starring Catherine Frot as Hortense Laborie, a self taught chef who is invited to cook personally for the French President.
Based on the real-life chef Danièle Mazet-Delpeuch, who worked for François Mitterand, this movie concerns Madame Laborie’s attempts to make the presidential table less fussy. In this quest she comes up against the chauvinistic head chef (in charge of larger banquets) and his all-male staff. Luckily she has Arthur Dupont playing a hunky young chef to assist her.
View the trailer for Haute Cuisine
Not only are there Too Many Cooks in the world of Hortense Laborie, There are too many in the world of the fictitious British Good Food Awards too.
Too Many Cooks is an 8 Player murder mystery game from ITM Games.
Who could have done it?
And what of the other suspects?
Peter Savoury enjoys fast cars and living dangerously. Did Peter do something too dangerous? Everyone knows Bill Wordsworth bakes exceedingly good cakes, and is an excellent employer who looks after his staff well.....but did he take care of Veronica? Rudi Emmental is a reclusive Swiss cheese maker. He rarely leaves his hideaway in rural Devon. Did he have an ulterior motive for coming here?
Available from ITM Games
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