Who dunnit!?: murder mystery at its finest

Who dunnit!?: murder mystery at its finest

April 7th, 2017:

I recently participated in hosting my fourth murder mystery dinner party with my “not-technically-my-housemates-but-those-who-I-live-with-them-most-of-the-time-housemates” in Nottingham last Friday.

As I am no longer a “fresher” and have transitioned from the ‘club scene’ to the ‘bar scene’ to go out for a few drinks and possibly a dance, I think that us young adults are having to come up with different ways to have an event or do the same thing over and over again. I love hosting events and have a healthy repertoire of parties from my past (almost) five years at university. actually, even before that, I have managed to entertain a multitude of guests from girly sleepovers to good-sized parties. (Wow, thanks to my parents for putting up with so much chaos in my teenage years…)

Thus, when the opportunity arose to suggest another event for our Nottingham household, I suggested a murder mystery dinner party.

It was an apt suggestion as in my second and fourth year of my undergraduate degree, my housemates (at the time) and I hosted them and had a cracking time.

Why are they worth the investment?

Every game is around £10-12 depending on the number of players per game – and is easily found on amazon.co.uk.  The game I played with friends in my fourth year was bought because I found it for £5 in TKMAXX once! The box includes invitations that give descriptions of all the characters involved and envelopes so you can either be “old school” and mail them to your chosen guests or just give them instead. If that’s too much effort, it’s easy just to take a picture of the descriptions and share it on WhatsApp or Facebook! 😉

There is also an audio CD and scripts for each of the characters, it is basically organised fun! 😀 Also, be ready to dress uuuuuuup! It is so brilliant.

Murder Mystery Take Four:

This time the chosen game titled ‘The Brie, the Bullet and the Black Cat’ required ten players. We already had a party of seven so reached out to friends to come along and time travel into the year of 1942 to crack a murder case. Normally, there is a round of the game for each course of a three-course dinner which I find offers a nice switch between being characters 1942 and ourselves in reality. As we only bought ingredients for food two hours before start time, we kept the extravagance to a minimum and had a main course and pudding course instead. Although there were crisps and dips to start us off! It was all vair yum. 😀

Everyone did a fantastic job trying to speak in different accents: Connor was German, Bety was Russian, Amy was French, Nichola was a husky French woman [wins best accent award], Danny was American, I was Danish, and the others slotted in somewhere in-between these diverse nationalities! There was much wine was drunk and food was eaten, and soon enough (three hours later), we voted on which of us were the murderers and the result was revealed! (Although I cannot remember from this part of the evening onwards until I was told about it the next morning… the Danes and their drinking, eh?!) 😉

Apart from the first murder mystery party I hosted with my family back when I was about fifteen or sixteen, here are photos of the three since, have been memorable events that have made my university life all the better! ❤

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Murder Mystery #2
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Murder Mystery #3
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Murder Mystery #4

Excuse the last photo… I don’t remember taking it and usually, my polaroid skills do not result in pitch black photos!
[cred to Karmen for the monochrome polaroids]

I hope everyone has a go at doing this, it’s worth the while!

Xo.

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good things come to those who wait: growing up

It has been a running theme lately of people questioning the ‘quarter-life crisis’ and reviewing their lives by the achievements of others and themselves. Or, suddenly life had decided to take a U-turn and it turns out that maybe what you had planned isn’t actually what you want. Life is funny like that – well, if we don’t laugh, we cry so let’s assume it’s hilarious – and it’s rollercoaster tendencies always like to add a loop-de-loop or a corkscrew without warning. I’ve always wondered whether choosing to do a masters degree was a good idea. In the elongated winter nights, in a new city in which I was finding it hard to become accustomed, I thought of the other choices my friends had taken, questioned why continue in this world of studying when I could have a salary and go on holiday…

Yet, the fact that I love Asian culture, society, business has meant that I stuck it out to now; and amazingly the end is suddenly galloping toward me without hesitation. My dissertation is in scraps as I’ve changed my question three times (if I had had it my way, probably over twenty times) but I know that by the deadline in two weeks time there will be something resembling a dissertation proposal on my supervisors desk. Soon enough, come September, I will have written a 15,000 word document on South Korean women and business! Of which requires constant use of google translate for statistics and data than I ever (stupidly) anticipated…

and that’s my twenty longs years of education complete. 🤣

Of my friends: one will return to university to study to be a certified architect, one will have decided whether the career choice she made is what she wants or whether becoming a marine biologist is a better fit, one who every time I see him has a new plan built on the last (teaching, a PhD, a masters) but it’s all focused on what he is driven to do, one who, even though he didn’t know what he wanted to do, changed his job because he disliked what he did and now loves life… I could go on. 

What I’m trying to say is that although at times we feel we’re walking the wrong direction on our journey of life or we find ourselves second-guessing choices – (life path big or whether you want to eat toast or cereal in the morning), that’s part of growing up into the big wide world. If the fairytales and stories of our childhood taught us anything, for example Mulan or Jasmine from Aladdin, it’s that in the face of adversity we do what we choose to do because deep down, it’s right. If we don’t feel that in our daily lives, it’s up to us to make that change. This takes time, sometimes an act of bravery either from ourselves or someone else: such as Mulan choosing to protect her father, or Aladdin to show Jasmine life outside the box. (Okay, I know they are stories and genies and dragons were involved but it’s all the same). 

Our non-Disney princess-and-prince-selves  bravery is shown by making choices every day without seeing ourselves in the shadows of others. This confusion, worry, and fear that we’re not good enough, nay, that we’ve not achieved what our peers have can be perceived as a “quarter life crisis”. Yet, you’re not in one. You’ve got education, you’ve got family, you’ve got friends and by golly; you’ve got you

It’s not easy, I know. The lemons life gives us can be a bit too sour! But hey, mix them with sugar of all the good things and bad together, and hey presto!  Life is sweet. 

With that, I’m off to pray for a dissertation epiphany… sometimes life is like walking down a set of stairs, other times it’s a hike up when you wished you’d taken the lift. 🤗

Lots of love,

Xo.  

reunion with a childhood friend #1: Nottingham

I can definitely say that life is never boring. This Saturday, the 8th October, Lucy arrived at around 14:10 at Sheffield station with seven months worth of belongings encased in two suitcases (one was humongous, one was small) accompanied by a handbag and laptop bag! The image reminded me of the many adventures lugging all sorts and types of luggage across the world. Magically, this large load fit into the Seat Mii’s little boot and off we went to show Lucy the sights of Sheffield.

Danny and I had googled the ‘top ten things to do in Sheffield’ on TripAdvisor. If I’m honest… there ain’t much? We settled on the Botanical Gardens towards the west of the city and managed to find a little car parking space (for free) just outside the south entrance. As we pulled our jackets tighter to our chests as we stepped out into the cold breeze, we headed up into the garden grounds expecting to see plants, plants and more plants. It was smaller than we expected but has many winding paths and secluded grassy areas where people were sitting and chatting, playing frisbee, gathering together for meetings, etc. We popped into the cafe to get some water and ended up sitting down for a cuppa in the bright greenhouse. Once watered and energised, we walked around the gardens and saw a record number of squirrels prancing around burying and finding chestnut and other nuts for winter. Autumn is my favourite season (and another reason why I love my Chinese name 静秋 (which means quiet autumn)).

The colours of the leaves on the trees, the bright blue skies and plummeting temperatures that make a good countryside walk be extra rewarding. The hot drinks that feel like they warm our souls as we walk from lectures to home or see a friend. My new craze and obsession are mochas. I never thought I’d be one to drink coffee as I don’t even like tea… but I’ve crossed the line. Although I can’t handle strong mochas, I have converted. (my insta definitely backs this up as most of the recent photos feature some cup of coffee from somewhere!)

Once we had been on our autumnal stroll we returned to the car and headed into the centre of town to show Lucy the centre of the city: the Peace Gardens, the Town and City Halls, the Peace Gardens, the Winter Gardens and… a recently renovated McDonald’s.

Good tour? I’m glad you agree.

As it was a Saturday night, it was not a time to go to bed early. Instead, we ate dinner at home then crossed the road from my house to go to the Blake Hotel for a drink and to play board games. Due to popular demand of the five of us, my housemates Kate and Corentin joined us, the game ‘Cards of Humanity’ was chosen (against my will) as the first game. It is not a game for the faint-hearted and Kate won 😀 The next game was Taboo which Kate also won. 11:30pm rolled around and we called it a night. Although Kate and Corentin stayed up to watch Zoolander… the rest of us only lasted half the film before retiring to bed.

On Sunday we headed down to Nottingham as I wanted to show Lucy where I’ve spent the past four years of my life and coincidentally it was the last day of the Goose Fair. We parked at Danny’s and Lucy and I headed into the city to have lunch at a fantastic burger place called Annie’s Burger Shack.

Once stufffffed with curly fries and delicious burgers we wandered around the centre and managed to snap a picture of two very British things = a red post box and red telephone box. As Lucy is technically British as she was born here before she moved to the land of Australia at the little age of eight, it was absolutely necessary that she have a photo taken!

From there we headed up to the Fair to the north of the city centre at a massive football pitch/park/grassland called Forest Fields. The place was buzzing. The sounds of rides, the workers on the stalls shouting out prizes and other fun things to do, the lights and pounding pop music from the bumper cars and fast paced small roller coasters. Lucy and I braved the massive swing that goes at least fifty foot into the air (eeeekkk!) and then wandered the fair for the next hour. 

We joined the Nottingham University’s Contemporary China Society (of which Danny is the President) and went back into the centre of town to 200 degrees for a coffee and a chat. By six o’clock we were talked out and ready to head home. Lucy and I drove back up to Sheffield and watched Edward Scissorhands before heading to sleep.

It’s amazing how short weekends are these days…

Xo.

Ps. if you’re curious, google a ‘drop bear’ = it’s a bit for five-minute entertainment!