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Each Move Must Consist Of Precisely Eight Words
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Just as it says on the tin. What happens in the game may be debated in the game: perhaps it'll be a conversation, perhaps a word-limited reprise of various games we play, or whatever.
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Has it got back up again yet, Rosie?
I asked it nicely and up it leapt.
Would that everything rose so readily these days.
With the exception of ground water, of course. not a sentence....
Not a sentence, but a grammatically correct retort.
Now we are in March; how time flies.
Now we are in March there is frost.
What's for dinner tonight? I have no idea.
I'll be having fish from Barton-on-Humber.
I had fish from Ikea. Flat packed flatfish.
A screwdriver rather than a knife and fork?
FOG! What say you about the fog, Rosie?
Fog here stops planes, newspapers and the mail.
The Clean Air Act (1956) has ruined fogs.
Back in the mists of time. Remember then?
The last move was a week ago. Blimey.
Since then I've been to England and back.
I've been to Oxfordshire and back many times.
Isn't Oxfordshire at the bottom of your garden?
A little further. Two miles down the lane.
It's cruel that Berkshire is now so truncated.
True, "Berks" is ugly; it needs its "shire".
I'm definitely in the "shire" part. Hobbits ahoy!
Lost most of itself to Oxfordshire, I meant.
Just the Vale of the White Horse, really.
I used to live in Wiltshire, next county.
So did I. In 1997-1998. Happy days. *sigh*
I'm still in Wiltshire. Sometimes, however, I move.
Some of my children are true Moonrakers, consequently.
I've eaten my own weight in strawberries today.
Is that a, er, very large quantity, pen?
Several acre's worth, so you could say so.
It is my daughter's and son's birthday today.
Twins? Or by coincidence exactly N years apart?
The latter. A bone of contention ever more.
I have nothing useful to say right now.
At least you prevented another boring monologue, Phil.
Easter is nearly upon us. Lovely chocolate eggs.
Mmm! yes, but school hall closed- no Band.
"Four days off" makes me a happy bunny
'Five days off in England' - I'm happier still.
My four will be in England too, pen.
Rosie and I have every day off - retired!
Easter Sunday may well have some shitty weather.
I might mow the cricket pitch on Saturday.
Good Friday. So much to do. More tea.
Still waiting for a call back. Freaking out.
They emailed instead, and the news was good. =)
Farmer is mowing cricket pitch. Four hours saved!
I bet Phil's ruddy grass has grown again.
I noted such growth with disappointment last evening.
We don't have lawn. I dust the gravel.
I never water the grass - makes it grow.
Juxtapose - nice :) My garden has a wooden floor.
Ten days' growth. Still not mowed the lawn.
[Phil] About time you had a shave though.
Well, another Bank Holiday but not for penelope.
Ah, we had Liberation Day instead. Day off.
Is it Libation Day for the boozy Dutch?
Are the Dutch bigger tipplers than other Europeans?
Traditionally, it is what gives them Dutch Courage.
The moon has risen above the trees yonder.
Nice. I watched stars and bats last night.
Stars and Bats? Is that a reality show?
Hot. 25 in the grounds of Plas Huws.
Truck fire in motorway tunnel on route home.
Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger
Got stuck behind tractor. Eight minute commute today.
It took me two hours to drive home.
Last night, only took 1 hour 10 mins
Driving to work this morning: 25 mins. Gutted.
Six minutes almost every day. Including this one.
What is this "work" of which everyone speaks?
I have this thing that is called "school."
I have this horrible thing called 'being workshy'
Another eight words for Friday? Can't be bothered.
First and last day at work this week.
I have started a new game at MCiOS
It's work themed, lest that seem a non-sequitur.
Catching the Blighty-bound ferry tomorrow evening, hurrah hurrah!
Let us all tap our barometers and smile.
Can we still do the tapping smile, Rosie?
Alas no. Tapped mine and broke the glass.
Hidden textLiterally so. There must have been some stress or crack in it before.
I meant metaphorically. I'm all weekend in Zeeland.
Come on England. Three more wickets this afternoon.
England fail - football, rugby, cricket bloody useless, bah!
Why waste time watching? Get outside! Summer!
Get inside! Rain! Bring the washing in quick!
I'm a year older than a week ago.
A year in a week! That's time-lapse, pen. Appy burfdy.
Little pleasure in eight words: beer and crisps.
I mean 'small pleasure'. That meant the opposite.
Beer and crisps, beer and crisps. Beer. Crisps.
I think I'm really ready for a holiday.
Playing cricket on a Tuesday afternoon, in sunshine.
[Phil] Do you still have a job? Nights?
[pen] Yes I do. It's rather flexible though.
Are we running out of eight words? Sad.
Novel octets are
Extraordinarily
Hard to keep going.
I disagree, sir; I find them quite easy.
Blimey! Is this still going. I am amazed.
I've finished making my telescope, the Mk II.
Can you see the pub from there, Rosie?
I'm afraid light travels in boringly straight lines.
Put a black hole near the pub then.
I want to get home again, you know.
Shit or get off the pot. Any more?
Or shall we call it a day now?
That's most unladylike - did you mean the po?
Feminism.
Is that a typo (or 'typot') Rosie?
Kids sit on the pot, adults the po.
There's a fabulous shaggy-dog story about a pisspot.
Unfortunately there are only eight words available, pen.
It starts with a down-at-heel adder, I remember.
Who starts to do much better in life
It sounds like the cue for a limerick
Hang on, you don't know how it ends.
And one of the adder's longstanding friends boasts
that he's known him for a long time.
More details in the next exciting instalment, folks!
Loth as I am to interrupt the flow . . . . .
Go on... and I really hope it's important
Of course it isn't - please carry on, pen.
He knew him from his days of penury
This is an extremely shaggy dog. Enough yet?
Shaggy enough to make a big woolly jumper?
It's not an adder, it's a boa subtractor.
Did that spring to mind at night, Rosie?
For me it was late evening, I confess.
Anyhow, the done-good snake's reminiscing friend evenutally says:
Fun fact- I'm writing this from my PlayStation.
Go on, pen. I'm agog, despite the hour.
"Oh yes, I've known him for so long...."
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