Hunt Sindy!

Okay listen, London’s a big place and there’s lots of people here, but I thought it’d be funny to do a real life treasure hunt, so … basically right now I’m in Westminster, sitting in a pub beside a Christmas Tree (why they have a massive tree up already I don’t know), so you know.

Chop chop.

(Spoiler alert: I’m not actually called Sindy Anna Jones in the real world, so if you read this and you figure out where I am, expect me to be a cute adventurey-lookin woman with a whip, then no, sorry obviously. But the info above is true. For the next few hours. Good luck everyone!)

Winner gets … nothing. A chat with me IRL, I guess? Cool 👍

Go!

UPDATE THE NEXT MORNING: I drank a little too much, sure, but nobody won the treasure hunt in the end! Next time I’ll need to make it a little easier. Heck when Lithum’s done maybe we should just organise a big knees up in a pie and mash shop in London somewhere and I can go incognito, we can all sing along to some terrible cockney piano music and pretend it’s 1838.

Reveal: it was a Fullers pub called … actually I’m not even sure what it was called, I never really looked at the sign haha! It’s probably called the Dickensian Cliche Tourist Trap, at a guess. Here’s one of the only photos I took of the place; a knife making our table nice and steady. Wonderful! That should narrow it down for people, or if you’re in the Westminster area today you could always pop in and grab yourself a real Sindy Anna Jones souvenir haha! No, don’t – their table will go all wobbly and we can’t have that.

Also the tankard on our table was bizarrely full of cutlery, like a whimsy little reference to the past. And I was with someone who literally ate an actual pie. Perhaps today we’ll have jellied eels and get into some sort of a fracas with a pickpocket in a top hat, who knows. Happy Tuesday, everyone! Cor blimey apples and pears!