I went with our grandchildren and their father to play Si5 Spy Missions in Cambridge which turned out to be quite amusing although not what I was expecting or hoping for as suggested by the name.
The experience was not SOE and World War Two as I had hoped, grasping with learning Morse code, waiting with ten shillings at the ready for my call to visit Captain Ridley’s hunting party at Bletchley Park and solving the complicated Enigma codes and winning World War Two.
It turned out to be a much more modern scenario where we had to capture a ship from a group of baddies called Lobster or Shrimp, I think. I could be completely wrong with the name but I have a feeling it was something to do with some form of crustacean.
Much crawling about through tunnels, up and down ladders and over and under lasers was involved which caused me to think that the pair of stout leather soled shoes which I had chosen to wear was not the ideal footwear. Perhaps I might have more purchase had I worn a pair of trainers, although not the same degree of sartorial elegance.
Each room entered involved the solving of various problems which then enabled one to continue to the next, unfortunately half way through the children decided they were dying for a pee and had to leave by a door which led behind the scenes to the toilet.
Finally we had defeated the baddies and were told all we had to do now was to make our escape by solving the clues and exiting the next room. I did enquire whether it might not be a little easier using the same door the children used to find the toilet but was encouraged to continue with the game.
The children enjoyed themselves and were kind enough to compliment me on the assistance I had given during the mission, which made it all worthwhile.
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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin
I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent.
Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work.
I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise.
I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013.
My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie.
I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes.
I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage.
My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
I have written a number of different books all available on Amazon, so don't be shy should you feel the urge to purchase. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mr-Joe-Wells/e/B06XKWFQHT/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1
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