If you have seen journalists wandering around recently with their exposed body parts covered in glitter, then you need to blame Lawrence Graham (we certainly have been - the stuff gets everywhere). The London firm sent out 'magical' invitations containing mountains of it to publicise an 'enchanted' Halloween press party this week at, appropriately enough, a venue called 'The Crypt'. The invitation came with one of three riddles, linked to the theme of either journalists or Halloween:


'I can be written, I can be spoken,

I can be exposed, I can be broken.

What am I?'



'I start off round yet have no shape;

allow me to breathe, and my life will die;

the older I grow the more sought after I become;

you will feel much better after I am done.

What am I?'



'The man who invented it doesn't want it.

The man who bought it doesn't need it.

The man who needs it doesn't know it.

What is it?'



The answers are, respectively, news, wine and a coffin. On reflection, though, they could be a coded warning of the fate to befall journalists attending the event who have written stories in the past that Lawrence Graham's partners did not like.