quote:Originally posted by Rick:Mike - Next to impossible to EVER be limp at 23. Sounds like a very diverse group. Are the younger members second-generation draftees of the original founders, or did they enlist for the camaraderie? More importantly, does everyone, regardless of age or gender, participate somewhat equally in the conversations/debates versus a few pontificating old duffers monopolizing the discussions?quote:and our friends range from 23-70, married and single.
Usually the former, Rick
quote:I’ll bite – what makes up a table-top treasure hunt, and does it require a large table?quote:I have compiled a table-top treasure hunt to stop anyone discussing their parts!
Lots of small ones! We print a part of a map, then a list of (say 20) clues for places, ahd whoever gets the maximum right gets a prize. In the event of a tie-breaker, it is whoever is first.
As in:
Note - we do not give them this version of the map!
Alley Cats’ Table-top Treasure Hunt – 20 clues – Good Luck!
Not low, not big, not metric, but a start!
We then go south, but who paid Peter to north?
Passing through what is definitely not a summer meadow, and a bit further
a curious snot minder room is encountered as we continue.
Looking to our right, is this the bloke next door from Newcastle?
Onwards, a wood in a small mountain brings us to
the fluffy bit on left and right, or maybe front and back.
Into a small town, a collie with a sledgehammer?
Still on the same road, French ducks were said to be interred.
Repel sight badly here, followed by an
eternal Red Indian church.
Slightly off the road, we go to see a prizewinning bloom from small Bradford town.
And then there is what you make a boudoir cabinet from?
Through here, ‘twas worn badly.
Looking across to the right, is this someone with a grudge against beer?
Into the town, is part of it from East?
Better than a new Volvo, I suppose!
Then, reportedly, it is what we are on!
Plinth portions upset on left, and finally, as we arrive,
a sort of thin teacher honours this small town.