cowfish

It seems that there is a cat and a bag, and, despite the previous presence of the aforementioned cat in said bag, they are no longer undergoing their longstanding, potentially symbiotic, container/animal relationship. On my birthday, March 7th (which you already all knew, of course), the London Transport Museum are running a photo  scavenger hunt around their Acton Depot, home of museum offcuts and things that don’t fit in Covent Garden, and I’m helping make it work.

Having been on the last couple of hunts they organised and been on the winning team each time, I’ve stepped down from competing and volunteered to help run the event (ie. I was told ‘You *again*?! You should be helping us rather than eating all the chocolates’ last time). I’ve called together my elite team of scavenger hunt organisers (the ones that like trains and buses just that little bit too much, at least), and Paul, Anna and I will be putting together a list of hard clues, obscure pictures and tortured puns (the last task probably sitting on my shoulders due to the relative levels of shamelessness in our merry band – them: some dignity left, me: wearing 90s nu-meeja glasses) to puzzle and potentially confound the bunch of people that come to play.

So, hie thee to the flickr group, potential hunters, and drop the LTM chapesses an email to tell them if you want to join in. It’s part of the depot’s “Transport in Miniature” weekend and they’ll be open anyway, so come along and play between the wheels of trains, stroke the trams and be slightly scared by the number of model trees and sheep.