Treasure hunt games are used both by children and Adults as an enjoyment and thrill, but the face of the game is now turned towards other side “business”. Treasure hunt ‘Senet’ is in existent by 4th cent B.C. of Egyptian dynastic history.

Now this game is also played at corporate level for environment and team building purposes. These games are used where managers recognize that inter-departmental links or relation or moral of employees needs to be improved.

It basically a thriller game which makes our right brain to work .It increases our thinking capacity. It plays vital role in employee’s place, by improving their soft skills, decision making powered etc.

The team that works together wins together!’ this concept had brought many new developments in present treasure hunt games. London Taxi examples,
London Walking examples, Rickshaw treasure hunt, Business. The international treasure games Paris Taxi Treasure Hunt, Paris Walking Treasure Hunt etc., Revolves the games in national market.

My big recommendation for shows at the fringe festival are Matt Forde’s On Heat , Stan Stanley - Vintage Andrew and Dan Nightingale: Geronimo .

If your ready to take the plunge please check out what speed dating event are avilable in your area.

Happy dating!

It is a well heard phrase, and it is a complaint that is widespread. We spend more time doing our jobs than anything else. It doesn’t matter what that job is, whether you’re a highly paid face lift surgeon at a posh clinic, or you sit in a call centre on the end of telephone selling pet insurance to people. The level of pay generally doesn’t change the fact that we spend most of our time doing our job. So, understanding this, the question you have to ask yourself: is it worth it? If you enjoy your job, you’re laughing! You spend most of your lifetime doing something that you enjoy. You are on to a winner there, and you should make sure that you don’t let go of that. As to the rest of us, is it really worth it? If you aren’t enjoying yourself, and be realistic and understand that this is going to go on for years and years to come, perhaps you should get out whilst you still can, or at least make a change. Sometimes the smallest of changes can make a big difference. If you are the girl in the call centre selling pet insurance, move over to equine liability and perhaps it’ll make a bigger difference that you think. The team of people will change, the office you work in, the route you take to work… all these things will have an effect on your life state. If you are the surgeon sick of face lifts, switch to doing mole removal. Again, change of clinic, change of staff, perhaps the new nurse who assists you turns out to be the love of your life, you get married, have kids, move to Boivia… who knows! If you feel like you are in a job that you are not in tune with though, make a change. It doesn’t matter how large or small that change seems, make it and I tell you, you won’t regret it.

I’ll admit that Easter is undeniably early.  Instead of being Spring, it still feels as if we’re in the depths of winter; a notion backed up by the weather.  But regardless of what mother nature is up to, Easter is Easter, and if the powers that decide such things have made it this early in the year, why is that for the first time I can remember, there’s some issue about which vacation days we should get? 

OK, so I have no idea why Easter is ever placed on the calendar somewhere between March and April, but I do know that this isn’t just a random act, there is some religious significance to when the date falls.   So I have no problem with the fact that instead of wearing spring clothes to take advantage of the liposuction I had done recently, I’m probably going to be out and about on Easter Sunday wearing my winter coat and boots.  The idea that vacation days should be affected because of the early Easter however is something I don’t get.  I’ve heard about schools rescheduling the “Easter” vacation for a few weeks after Easter so that it will become some kind of spring break.  But what about tradition?  What about families that have organized to spend Easter together either in this country or even booked to go abroad? 

The Government is always making noise about returning to old family values.  Well isn’t spending quality time on public holidays part of good traditional family values?  I remember Easters from my past filled with church parades and spring activities that my family shared together.  It was like Christmas without the presents.  This year however some parents are going to have to work on Easter’s equivalent of Boxing Day – and their kids are supposed to be at school.  Because it’s such a dog’s dinner however some parents will be off, some won’t.  Some kids will be at school.  Some won’t.  Some schools will be closed later in the year when probably the parents don’t have any public holidays to alleviate some of the child care provision required to cover school closure at that time.  What a mess!

Easter is Easter.  Good Friday, Easter Saturday, Easter Sunday and Easter Monday.  If the dates of Easter itself must change, let’s try and ensure that sense prevails in future and the vacation period remains steady and people can plan their lives without the uncertainty of whether their kid’s school and their employer are on the same page – or calendar!

I’ve always hated Cat Bores. You know the kind of people I’m talking about, they lost sight of reality the day they brought Tibbles home and never recovered. Next thing you know it’s framed pictures of their stupid moggie on the wall, mundane anecdotes and interrupted phone conversations so you can hear the stupid thing purring. Cats are driven by instinct. Cat People assign human attributes to this behaviour because it is fun for them. Cat People are wrong.

Or so I thought, until the day I met Claude. I’m still not sure exactly how it happened. Claude is my housemate’s cat, when I moved in Clause was already living here. Claude is a black cat with a squishy tummy and a sarcastic face. But it just snuck up on me somehow. The occasional afternoon playing with a toy mouse, furtive glances in the hallway and then, one day I came home and he was on my bed. He meowed crossly at me and stormed out, as if he was the one paying the rent and I had trampled on his rights, but then he came back the next day. Somehow we just got used to each other and then, joy of joys that first special day when Claude climbed up and sat purring on my lap.

It wasn’t until the day I held the phone up to his little face so he could say hello to my mum that I realised I had gone over to the other side. I was a cat bore in denial. I quickly calculated the number of hours spent talking to or about Claude in the previous week. All my friends knew more about Claude’s life>cat insurance of cat toys. I’m a Claude person. And from the look in his eyes, he knows.

I'm still not entirely sure what a blepharoplasty clinic is, but I know its some

kind of plastic surgery type thing. What's the relevance of this you may ask? Well, our great leader and Company MD has usefully gotten every employee a

discount for it! Myah is thinking about reaching into her pocket for once and trying to make herself more beautiful. Good luck to her.

It’s that feeling of community pride that was sparked yesterday when I read about Kevin Keegan returning to the area to manage the team.  There are always folk heroes and Keegan is certainly one of those in the history of football in this area.  Both as player and manager this is a man who has managed to create an even greater enthusiasm for the team than usually exists – not an easy task when a football team has as much support from its fan base as this one does.  Despite the fact he didn’t get the team to a major trophy last time he managed it, he’s still fondly remembered as someone who shines in this team’s history and someone who I’m pleased to see return to the area.

Like the game, or loathe it (as I do) it’s hard not to notice when something has a positive influence over a community, and Keegan once again leading Newcastle United is definitely that.  Whether you’re in a bus, or the local grocery store, it’s going to be the talk of the area for a few weeks to come.   Whether or not he manages to pull an a shiny new acquisition into the team’s sadly lacking trophy cabinet out of his sport’s bag is yet to be seen.  Simply the fact that this giant football legend is once more in command  at St. James’ Park is enough to have any talk of possible “unthinkable” relegation replaced with one of hope and renewed enthusiasm amongst the notorious “Toon Army” – even with the footie avoiders like myself!

Secondly, one must think about the ingredients, other than the ham, of course. Cheese, mustard and a bit of lettuce are the perfect combination. Let’s talk cheese. Cheese is wonderful, but you must not use your run-of-the-mill-dairy-aisle cheese in the grocery store. To make the sandwich perfect, go to your local cheese shop. I highly recommend a nice Havarti type cheese: creamy, smooth and aged to perfection. Cheddar isn’t bad either, but Havarti is better. Trust me. Now, let us talk mustard. It is no good using the cheap yellow mustard easily obtained at any fast food restaurant. Go for a deli technique with whole mustard seeds and high-quality ingredients. True mustard is not neon yellow! Lastly, let us speak of lettuce. Romaine is best – approximately two leaves, rinsed and patted dry with a paper towel. The crisper, the better. This is the secret to the perfect ham sandwich.

Thirdly, one must ponder the ham. It is no good getting pre-packaged lunch meat. No, no, no! Go to the deli. Order some freshly sliced lunch meat. Your taste buds will appreciate your thoughtfulness. But, what type of ham? Honey-cured? Only if you enjoy the deviousness of a sweet palate. Do not ruin a masterful ham sandwich with sweetness. Go for the salt-cured. Thinly sliced. Trust me. Your mouth will be much happier with those savory slices than sickly-sweet ham. This is the secret to the perfect ham sandwich.

Finally, one must consider how to layer the sandwich together: bread, two slices of ham, mustard, cheese, mustard, two slices of ham, bread. This is the secret to the perfect ham sandwich.

I am not the best baker in the world, but I do enjoy messing in the kitchen now and again. I am a HUGE fan of peanut butter–and chocolate–so I purchased some peanut butter chips and semi-sweet chocolate chips to make a not-so-basic chocolate chip cookie. I was totally stoked!

I spent most of Friday evening in my kitchen meticulously measuring out ingredients, hand mixing with the greatest of care–and of course checking to make sure the batter tasted right. By the end of the evening, I had two dozen of the most beautiful chocolate chip and peanut butter chip cookies you had ever seen. I lovingly placed each one in a special cookie tin and went to bed with an immense sense of accomplishment.

When I got up the next morning, I noticed the tin had moved several feet from the kitchen table to the kitchen counter. “That’s odd,” I thought. I went to the tin and opened it up–only to find about 8 cookies left!!!! My BLOODY ROOMMATE decided to take it upon himself to sample my baked goods! HOW DARE HE?!?! I had less than 2 hours until the cookie exchange and I had 8?! 8???! 8!!! cookies left! I frantically started baking oatmeal raisin cookies. I had no chips left! I was SO mad at him. I couldn’t believe it. (And this was less than a week after he drank myt bottle of wine that was meant to be a present to my partner’s parents!)

So yesterday I found out he was baking for his office party today. He makes decent cookies. They were lovingly arranged in a special cookie tin. BUT, like a good roommate, I did not sample any because he usually leaves a few behind for me. But did he this time? NO! What a jerk! I really wish that I hid his tin of cookies!

At the end of the day, I suppose I can feel like a better person. I didn’t seek revenge–and my waistline will stay slim–

But they were chocolate chip!

Do you feel the same way too?  Can you resist its allure or do you give in and find yourself inundated with pangs of hunger whenever you pass-by.  And it does not occur everyday, but once in a while, you feel it.  The feeling of resistance is one of futility.  No matter how much you try, that craving suddenly hits, and no amount of distractions or anything else can stop you from entering the fluorescent lit store and ordering - junk food.

For me, the cravings were particularly bad when I used to work the night shifts.  Suddenly and without warning I would pass a burger king and just salivate over the thought of a Melted Double Cheeseburger.  Or who can resist the Hot Wings from Dixie Fried Chicken.  And there is nothing like the taste of a greasy Donner Kebab gently sinking down to the bottom of my stomach, lubricated with masses of chilli sauce.  Being an ex-employee of McDonalds, I am more immune to the offerings of that particular chain.  And this is not an everyday thing I am talking about, but once in a while, I am just carried away by the need for something bad.

And now, as a self-employed man?  Well, my working patterns are now mainly in the early hours of the morning and so I can no longer be enticed by the wafting smell of late night chicken bars.  Instead, I now have a new craving.  The fry-up!