Well, it’s been a good long, while, hasn’t it? I’m not going to do the cliched apologising for the prolonged silence, most people know I’ve been a busy bee. In early August I left my job with ACE dance and music to join Will Perrin’s talk about local team and spread the hyperlocal love. And things have been a wonderful whirlwind since then.
But all work and no play makes me really rather dull. So that’s probably what this blog will start to become – more of a personal place of play.
And I’m going to start off with a game played with Nikki Pugh on her birthday recently. Nikki decided she wanted to play the game rather than make it for her special day, and who were we to argue? So after Libby Heighway and Michael Grimes had finished with Nikki in the Nature Centre, they packed her off to me at the graveyard in St Mary’s Church, Moseley.
She found me there waiting with a piece of cake. It was only after she’d eaten it I told her it wasn’t her cake, but that of the cake-loving ghosts. So poor Nikki had to find said ghosts going by the clues below and play them a message from their mean Cake Angel.
Can you spot the gravestones of the ghosts in the slideshow?
- I rode into heaven on my trusty steed.
- Too young to lay anchor, I swam aweigh to sleep with the fishes.
- I survived my sister to die on Turkish soil, caught up in the Drama of Dardanelles
- John and Jane have flown into heaven, their family’s legacy is yellow and sweet.
- So many of us, we caught Bounder’s bus to heaven.
Luckily, Nikki managed to find them all in time to get to The Fighting Cocks and enjoy a cake that did belong to her, a grand Michael Grimes creation of chocolate, jelly babies and liquorish all-sorts.
I got all the gravestone-name gathering with Ben Whitehouse, when we were thinking about a possible Moseley Barcamp thing that didn’t happen. But it was a great day, mulling over the encryptions and thinking about the stories behind them, and it gave me some inspiration eventually!