‘Where great minds meet, greater friends bond and health and safety is brazenly disregarded.’
Last week in the glorious, hazy sunshine of mid July team PG met upon a hillside to let battle commence. The (to be) historic clash of PG Spots v. PG Stripes formed the first part of the PrettyGreen summer conference. Putting to test the athletic talents of what turned out to be two highly competitive groups, Stripes trounced the Spots 184 to 89, thanks in part to Laura’s talents on a space hopper and Mandy’s irrational fear of flying foam balls.
As a team always striving to expand upon existing ideas, PG created an all-new game for the Spots v. Stripes itinerary, involving running at 6’5’’ Nick with a space hopper. Quickly developed, tested and then rapidly banned ‘Blind Space Hopper Dodgems’ short rise and fall can be explained by the series of pictures below.
Next on the agenda was a quick stop at Camden Lock and then a boat trip to Little Venice. Greeted by an overfriendly tour guide who tried in vein to educate team PG on the history of the waterways- champagne, passers by, wildlife, and, well, anything else was of more interest.
Back on dry land safely (there were a few dodgy moments) a lovely meal with speeches aplenty awaited us. Among the announcements was the sad news that Claire is shortly to be leaving us to go travelling with Hamish, congratulations were due to Ravi who was getting married at the weekend and perhaps most importantly new AM Alex had eaten too much Feta and was going through what she termed the ‘Fetapause’.
Ending in a pub booth that was comically undersized we sprawled on to the street for a night of questionable drinking games. Fun was had by all, role on the Christmas conference.
Note: Particular kudos goes to Raymund for his inventive impressions throughout the night, intern Alex’s talent for asking questions and lastly to Strings for downing close to a pint of wine in a drinking game that no one else seemed to be playing.
So we’ve been busking a move today, and it’s been going a bit crazy with the Trident Buskers for the exclusive Beyonce gig on Sunday, a lot of fun going on with what appears to be a Twitter treasure hunt trying to track them down as they travel across London giving out hundreds of tickets to anyone who “put puts a £1 in it” (and yes the money is going to charity).
So the big debate this week has been around whether or not you can judge a book by its cover, well actually it was an animal by its face, well actually it was whether or not if an animal looks a bit stupid, it actually is (ie) a pigeon Vs a squirrel. Obviously one looks somewhat smarter than the other, devising tricks and techniques to unlock the ever illusive nut, the other pooing on its feet, so much they dissolve.
It started as one of those throw away ideas, “why don’t we do a giant musical chairs”, “last chance to grab a seat”. Sounds simple, makes perfect sense, then we actually needed to work out:
We all thought the night was a success. Coco and Mandy were doing their best impressions of Mother Teresa. Strings, Claire and Hamish were doing the rounds in the garden (sure they agreed to go to Germany for the beerfest at one point), while inside, G’Day scrawled on the interactive graffiti wall and Mike was busy producing some ‘dad at a wedding’ dance moves.
