Rant Of The Day is where I get to mouth off about whatever I feel like for however long I like. Theoretically, I'll update my whinge/opinion piece every weekday; in practice, maybe not so often.
The rules were simple. Teams were given a set of clues (see sample pictured at right) referring not-very-cryptically to locations around the Ken Done Gallery, where the event was based. You had to crack the clue, go to the location, get your form signed by a marshal, pick up some Lindt balls, pick up a new clue and do it all again. Eventually, you got a clue sending you back to the base, where you could participate in games like putt-putt golf and bowling to win more chocolate and gaze at minor celebrities like Gladiators (who had to wear jackets to remind themselves of who they were), Maynard and the odd cast member from Sweat.
Our team was slightly handicapped not only by an apparent lack of physical fitness, but also the most distinctive team name in the room: the Stinky Cheese Men. (No, we didn't choose it ourselves.) However, once the first clue was opened, we were flying. Our feet had wings, our stomachs had cramps, our brains were on fire and our buttocks were wobbling. We zoomed around the quay like a bunch of morons possessed. Having collected every clue, we sent our high-speed Swiss chocolate freak, Michele, back to base, to log a super-fast time of just 8:56. Then we had to wait two hours for the all-important news:
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