Another day, another Christmas party. The Youngest of the Darling Daughters has accused us of turning us into party animals. The very thought!
Today's party involved
a five piece brass band, a raffle with lots of prizes (none of which, sadly, ended up in our eager paws), a repeat of "Our Song" by popular request - and one of those fiendish picture quizzes where you have to guess the identity of various celebrities
disguised as Santa Claus through the addition of red cap and whiskers.
I am absolutely useless at picture quizzes. I'm not particularly good at recognising celebrities when they are not in disguise
but when all you have to go on is their eyes and nose, I'm completely lost. Though I did score a point for George Clooney, bless him. Just look at those eyes! Even peering out from the snowy beard, I'd have recognised them anywhere. I
was pretty sure I'd guessed Robbie Williams too - but it turned out to be Ed Balls. Would you believe it? No, me neither.
I didn't recognise Rebecca Adlington, Kylie Minogue, Alexandra Burke or Mitt
Romney. Nor did I recognise Seb Coe but I have forgiven myself on this one because the quiz setters had used a photo of our Seb wearing large, thick framed specs. I'm sure it was a trick.
I love party games, even when I am useless at them. We once played a party game which involved naming all the cuts of meat on large cardboard pictures of a pig, a sheep and a cow. And another about unusual vegetables. I'm trying to remember if
both these games were played at the same party and, if so (which seems likely), whose party it was. I'd be a bit better at both games now, as a result of my slavish devotion to Masterchef Australia. Who said TV wasn't educational?
On the last evening of our Family Holiday, back in August, we played games - at the earnest request of all the young un's. And me. One of the games we played was the Post-It game - which used to be known as the Rizla Game
until smoking fell from favour. In case you haven't played it, I will explain. Each person writes a name on a Post-It note (or a green Rizla) and sticks it on the forehead of his / her immediate neighbour. The name can be that of a real person, a character
from book, TV or film, alive or dead, famous or not. By asking questions in turn, everyone tries to guess whose name is on their forehead. A "yes" answer means you can continue asking questions, a "no" means the end of your turn.
If you decide to try out this game, can I suggest a few pointers to make success a little more likely. Aim, if you can, not to sit next to anyone of a completely different generation. Even if you pride yourself on being right
there on the wavelength of your grandson / grandfather / mother / son, believe me, the name they scrawl on their Post-It note will almost certainly be one you will not recognise. And don't sit next to Mr B either. Not only will he place the name of some ridiculously
obscure personage on your forehead but, when you fail miserably to guess correctly, he will say things like: "But you must know him / her / it! I thought you would guess straightaway..." Which makes you feel even more of an eejit than you did anyway, with
a Post It note stuck on your forehead.
Party games! There's nothing quite like 'em!