One hundred and forty PR folk turned up at the Church House Conference
and Banqueting Centre last week for the PR Week Murder Mystery Evening.
The plot was simple enough. The dinner guests were entertained by a
cabaret troupe entitled Five Butlers go Broadway. But before dinner had
even begun, one of their number was found to have been murdered,
apparently by having his comedy bald wig squirted with ketchup.
It was clear that one of the other butlers had done it. During the meal,
the remaining protagonists circulated among the tables answering the
probing questions of the guests and dispensing clues along with liberal
helpings of double entendre in the finest ‘Carry on Stabbing’ tradition.
Thus we were offered all manner of red herrings, false confessions and
dark insinuations, and led up sundry garden paths before the denouement.
Needless to say, most tables being in an advanced state of refreshment
no one got the answer exactly right. So the prize went to the group
which got it least wrong.
Sadly I cannot reveal whodunnit - I have been threatened with a hearty
bludgeoning with a candlestick if I spoil the plot for others. But I can
reveal that the cabaret - which included an alarming degree of audience
participation at least for those tables nearest the stage - went down a
Indeed one particularly enthusiastic partygoer stood up to bellow for an
encore, but seemed strangely ungrateful when the troupe’s Vera Lynn
lookalike launched into a spirited rendition of ‘We’ll meet again’.
On the way out, I was collared by one PR woman who earnestly revealed
that she had been worried that it was going to be ‘another of those
awful PR dos’ but said she was astonished to find that she had actually
enjoyed herself rather a lot. Well I never.