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From the desk of Miss Tick, this edition of Brooms and Cauldrons contains the original, unvarnished truths1:
"A city like Ankh-Morpork was only two meals away from chaos at the best of times."2
And this doozy:
"Ankh-Morpork is a city that has always had a fine tradition of welcoming people of all races, colours and shapes, if they have money to spend and a return ticket."3
All of which is a shameless attempt to lure you to the fantasy realm of Nullus Anxietas X in Sydney and celebrate Sir Terry Pratchett's witches …
Love approaches! The Valentine's Day edition of Brooms and Cauldrons shall be devoted entirely to romance, passion, and poor decisions made for excellent reasons.
"Our stars are entwined...we're fated for one another..."1
Single, taken, or dangerously undecided - this edition is for you. With promises of Ideal Gifts for your loved one... even if it is yourself.
With only two months to go till Nullus Anxietas X's celebration of the witches I send you hearty greetings from the desk of Miss Perspicacia Tick. In …
A very quick accommodation update for everyone, even shorter than our previous quickie issue!
After much negotiation, our venue has offered us a generous 15% discount on our room rates. You can find a link to make a booking on the Venue page on our website.
Keep in mind, like most industries, there are often pop up specials on many popular hotel booking websites, so if you find a better deal at our hotel - the Stamford Plaza Sydney Airport Hotel - or any other nearby hotels, snap it up. Take the best deal you can …
Like Giamo Casanunda1, this version of Broomsticks and Cauldrons will get down, quite low, into the nitty gritty. Time's a-wasting; it's that time of year; Nullus Anxietas X draws near. Brooms ready, schedules marked, and no faffing about: here's what you need to know, and nothing you don't.
From the desk of Miss Tick, this mini version of Brooms and Cauldrons brings you:
Well, now, ducks, pull up a chair. Mind where you park your broom and your bottom. Oops. Don't mind him, he's just a big old softie1.
Broomsticks and Cauldrons is bubbling away again, and it wouldn't do to let it boil over unattended. There's been a deal of stirring since last we spoke - some of it with spoons, some of it with elbows - and I can't say as I'm surprised. Witches, after all, are like a good pot of tea: best eyed with suspicion, liable to improve with age, and inclined …
