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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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More rain in August than in July, already.
[Rosie] So sorry about your ruined drought. *snigger*
Radio Four long wave, Test Match Special, civilisation.
American niece arrived safely. Sent her to Amsterdam.
Why you sen' 'er Amsterdam? Wa' she done?
She wanted to see. Ate pancakes, drank beer.
Next week's over-hyped heatwave has been toned down.
I wish someone would tell the mosquitos. Ouch.
There's a full moon Thursday night. Take care.
I suggest you put your trousers back on.
Nobody will see anything - it will be cloudy.
Weather report Jersey: It is quite windy today.
Is your Jersey windproof? Mine has knitted holes.
Next Wednesday looks very hot (at the moment).
It was here, at any rate, old chum.
It was quite sweaty this Wednesday, 27 degrees.
Sweatier here, 29 degrees by all accounts.
We had 31 yesterday. I'm buying discounted sweaters.
28 here, which means I am a sweater.
Somewhat cooler today and windy too, by jingo.
Another 30 degrees today. Thunderstorms tomorrow, I hope.
3 Degrees now. Next up is The Supremes.
My baby love went completely pear-shaped, alas.
Eight words is insufficient for Morningtonesque prolixity, obviously.
People can look stupid in just in eight words.
Eight? Two!
Behold, the full moon beams down at us.
Is it now a waxing or waning sliver?
Silver should be scrubbed with Silvo, not waxed.
Wax would make the Lone Ranger slide off.
The clocks went back! The clocks went back!
What did they find when they got back?
[Rosie] They found there was no time left.
Poor clocks! Let's hear it for the Luddites.
Apparently Donald Trump's clock has two little hands.
We're out of time on that one. Next!
Critical mass of stupidity attained, implosion countdown started.
Where's the bloody Kryptonite when you need it?
Kryptonite? What I need is a crap tonight.
[Rosie] Just had eight days of the other.
I find a crossword helps. Number two down.
Italians no problem. Milan is on the Po.
I have been barred from my local. Hooray!
Is that because of your outspokenness then, Rosie?
That's one way to save money over Christmas.
(Softers) They cannot stand even mild web criticism.
(pen) Nah! There are plenty more agreeable places.
So you're looking for a 'yes' pub? Cheers!
(pen) Not difficult. A splendid one in Croydon.
It's bleddy dark, innit? When's the solstice then?
(pen) Wednesday at 10.44 UT. Gloom, glorious gloom.
Horrah! That means it will soon be Summer!
The sooner Summer comes, the sooner Winter follows.
Raak, that is really a very depressing truism.
The sooner Winter comes, the sooner Summer follows!
Which comes first - the winter or the summer?
Storm Barbara hits as we go to sea.
Ploughing the waves is a desperately wet affair.
And the furrows don't stay where they're ploughed.
I'm adding a comment here for no reason.
That statement defies its own logic, doesn't it?
I'm adding a currant here for no raisins.
Happy New Year!
And the same to you.
My keyboard is all smeared with coconut oil.
Not being naughty in the office, are we?
The painful truth; seasonal excema, defies cortisone cream. :o(
I have some coconut oil -- must try it.
Is it any good for trombone slide lubrication?
I find it stops my coconuts from chaffing.
[Rosie] You'll be playing all the Copacobana tunes.
I can only play The Girl From Ipanema.
But not The Boy From New York City?
I can do this screamer at half pace.
[Rosie] Go on then. Don't blow a gasket!
A nine millimetre snowdrift appeared outside my house. ?
Please keep me away from the news today.
pen, I've become a newsphobe since May's promotion.
(pen) Got any gaskets, then? There are limits.
I'm going back to bed and staying there.
Is this a form of hibernation, then, Superman?
Yes, it's the next step in human evolution.
My mouth has evolved into a cereal port.
How long can we possibly avoid the inevitable?
For as long as your toothache is bearable.
For as long as I still have teeth.
I haven't eaten cereal in about 6 months =(
Alas for [Tuj], the bears steal his porridge!
My local supermarkets have stopped selling Weetabix. Brexit!
Brexit? Well, f***s it up if nothing else.
Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday yay!
My opinion doesn't count. Probably best that way.
My opinion doesn't count. Probably best that way.
Friday pizza cake Friday pizza cake double yay!
Sunday afternoon. Wasted most of it asleep. Bugger.
Monday morning sunshine! Stuck in the office. Bugger.
Monday morning rain. Snug in the office. Smug.
Monday morning, retired, lazing at home, even smugger.
Aching shoulders, arms. But in a good way.
[Raak] Have you been lifting pretty ballerinas again?
[pen] Just beating on drums the whole day.
What goes with fried onions? A friend asks.
Liver. Sausages. Bacon. Black pudding. More fried onions.
Steak, hot dogs, more hot dogs. Damn. Hungry.
Your appetite appears insatiable, pen. Is this good?
[Rosie] Absolutely not. I'm a fat bloater, curses.
Never thought of you as a fish, pen.
The pen fish is mightier than the swordfish.
Nobody has made a comment for two weeks.
Except you. You broke the radio silence, Softers.
If we're very quiet, that might mend it.
Such an approach requires elimination of the flatulent.
pen, did I transgress in some obscure way?
Incoming! This message will self-destruct in five seconds.
[Bismarck] Your message may have a faulty fuse.
Don't touch it! It might still go off!
My wholemeal rolls have gone off, but quietly.
Longer life wholemeal. Kept cryogenically frozen, for ever.
They're not "off", they have a freshness difference.
I wouldn't try that approach with chicken nuggets.
Nor mussels, definitely not with mussels, oh, no.
My home-made chicken liver pate was off immediately.
And so was I. Anyone need a purge?
After Brexit, all communications will be reduced by
The early worm is caught by the bird.
Birds are sharp; especially their pointy little beaks.
The dawn chorus is in E flat major.
I didn't know the dickybirds played alto sax.
The birds outside my window play fowl music.
Ta-dum, ta-dum, ta-tee and I've forgotten the rest.
Not just the rest but the key change.
I'm not changing keys. Mine still open doors.
They won't open my back door - it's stuck.
Have you tried some sort of greasy lubricant?
Rosie, you didn't glue the front door, too?
(pen) It sags. Cheap 'n' nasty from B&Q (one word).
France apparently voted for a macaroon as president.
[Bismarck] Preferable to a biro that works underwater.
Brexit friends coming for the weekend. Shit fuck.
That's the "entertainment" you're putting on, pen?
The Eurovision Song Contest has been and gone.
Has it? I did not really notice it.
It's been chucking it down here all day.
Muggy but dry here. It was 30c yesterday.
Oh the joy of the decaffeinated vole dance!
The caffeine content of voles is quite remarkable.
Makes them jump over composers. Vole Over Beethoven!
*fixes a vole where the rain gets in*
Italian voles can fly, caffeinated or otherwise. Volare!.
Fixing a vole? Isn't that by The Beatles?
Revolver is by the Beatles. I remember it.
Volvic. Ideal for voles with a blocked nose.
Volvo. Ideal for transporting large numbers of rodents.
Evolution, or the development of Vole mark 2.
Voluntary. To ask the vole to hurry up.
Alcovolism, a terrible trend among the gnawing youth.
Voles never need to wear spectacles — nolens volens.
Is it the weekend yet? How much longer?
A couple of days need to go by.
I wonder if voles look forward to weekends?
Most voles support Sunderland, so I doubt it.
The vole weekend runs from November to March.
This proves that voles are of Australian origin.
Hot. Rug under shady tree, watermelon. No voles.
Hot rug. Under shadytree? Water me lonno voles.
Watermelons can swing like mad. Just get this.
So do cement mixers; a favourite of Pater's.
Compared with that, my playing is crap, alas.
My playing is like a cement mixer's, alas.
I can play the cement mixer - musique concrete.
He who pays the builder, calls the tune.
Music for plumbers. Sounds ideal for tap dancing.
There was once a group called The Scaffold.
Didn't they hymn the virtues of capital punishment?
You want to get ahead? Get a guillotine.
Are pesky seabirds annoying you? Get a gullotine.
Is the guillemot a seabird which headed off?
Guillotine motion in the Commons: A good idea!
Whose head shall roll? Such a wonderful choice.
Head rolls? I prefer bacon butties, sans ketchup.
You are teasing my taste buds now, pen.
Friday. FRIDAY! Do you know what that means?
Your devices are buggered, yesterday being THOR's day,
But today is Wednesday, and it's nearly lunch.
...Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack; Thursday never looking back...
Your British Friday comes before our American Friday.
American fry day means we eat French fries.
Chunky chips or French fries? Which is better?
Mmmm. A tough choice. Can I have both?
Mayonnaise, ketchup, brown sauce or salt and vinegar?
It's Saturday, I'm on hols and I'm working.
Is not all of life, the great work?
"My heart is in the work", said Carnegie.
"My work is in the heart". (Christiaan Barnard).
Ergo, the work equals the groove (Deee-lite, Bootsy).
"Heart is work and work is heart." (Physics)
That would be the first law of thermodynamics,
At the third beep, it will be Friday.
I hear no beep; this man is mad.
I am as sane as the next man!
As far as I know, he's mad too.
Mad people are simply those you don't know.
Friends are the ones who share your madness.
Close friends are the ones who cause it.
Another rainy Saturday. This really isn't good enough.
Rain, rain, go away, come again on Sunday.
[Superman] Your fault the Southern Vipers lost today?!
Another Wembley victory for My Lot, I crow.
That makes you one of those London Welsh?
Currently I'm eating bangers and chips... crazy huh?
Currently I'm eating bangers and chips... crazy huh?
Two plates and bangers and chips please, waiter.
Will madame take the Lincolnshire or the Cumberland?
[Bis] The lesser of two evils, or wurst.
[pen] Shouldn't that be comparative and not superlative?
Pay day and wedding anniversary. My cup overflows.
But husband had a dental mauling this morning.
(Superman) Yes, but a Chelsea supporter for sixty years.
(Giertrud) Clearly those sausages are repeating on you.
I don't know why that line posted twice!
Today is the day. Tonight is the night.
(Busmarck) Are you on a promise or something?
Deadline day Announcement: Chelsea did not sign Bismarck.
Football schmootball. It's autumn! Best time of year.
It's Friday again. That went very quickly.
Tuesday special: Peas, grilled mackerel and baked potatoes.
I should probably go grab my epi-pen, then.
No Friday message from pen - is something wrong?
Friday's message is approximately three days late. Soz.
Maybe you could do a few in advance?
Will we have to retreat after we advance?
Bees breeze May's maze before beef awes me.
Two weeks have passed. Doesn't time fly when...
...you are trying to find eight words that...
...express succinctly, yet clearly, that which you wish...
... were true, but owing to the lamentable state ....
...of things, coupled with self-imposed octo-verbal asceticism, only...
...serve...
lunches between 12 and 2, teas from five.
Phew, that was quite a long eight word ...
peregrination through the farther reaches of le huitisme.
Shurely le huitisme must include the friendly octopus.
I have not worn my surgical stockings today.
My second-best truss is on the writing table.
Thanks for your support. I'll always wear it.
So who wore your surgical stockings today, Tuj?
Not me. I just word nylons and suspenders.
Does The Morniverse really need a pantomime dame?
…I feel like everyone is looking at me.
Oh no they're not! He's behind you!
My attention has been diverted by a leopard.
Can't be me...my fursona is a skunk.
Speaking of which, how is Projoy these days?
Alive, AFAIK. Posts occasionally.
He's alive and well. We tweeted last night.
Is that what it's called these days, then.
[Rosie] I suppose so. *Tweets regularly and often*
Bloody Christmas muzak in all the shops already.
I wish it couldn't be Christmas every day.
"Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'?" Cheeses, no.
Well, now I want to change the subject.
I don't like losing my voice, at all.
I've looked everywhere and can't find it, KagomeShuko.
Look! There it is! Go stop it, quickly!
It turned out to be only an echo.
to be only an echo. only an echo.
If only Monday was an echo of Saturday.
You can say that again, pen. Bloody traffic!
Decent covering of snow this morning. Now thaw.
(pen) Same here in the Elevated Surrey Desert.
House tidy, presents wrapped. Shame we'll be away.
Too late for any more Xmas shopping now.
Merry Christmas. Hanukkah's been over for a while.
Too many mince pies. I'm farting currants now.
This can only mean they pass through unchanged.
This is metaphorical of an esoteric spiritual truth.
I’ve had enough of unchanged raisins. Long story.
Today's positive: It's actually a sunny Monday morning.
The sun dazzled me whilst driving to hospital.
And yesterday was a sunny beaut. Today's glum.
The sun has got its hat on today.
The moon, though, is happy to parade starkers.
It is Mardi Gras season here in Louisiana.
All these days that turn into seasons... Sigh...
My car's MOT repairs will cost a mint.
I wonder if you drive a Volkswagen Polo?
Moving slowly in a high-speed train through France.
That’s quite some achievement. A real brake through.
Three inches of snow was all it took, Pen.
French snow falls in centimetres not inches, innit?
We're expecting snow this afternoon. Three centimentres, misschien
Meeting with lunch soon. Lunch yay! Meeting yuk...
Have we run out of eight word sentences?
[Boolbar] It doesn't matter. There are other ways.
Like two of four. That's the terse version.
Four of two, though, is taking the piss.
Is it? Should I? Best not. Bye now!
Extremes? Visited. Regrets? Pending. Steam? Out. Um. Of.
Watching University Challenge completely undermines my self-esteem.
I find Only Connect has the same effect.
For me it's just being alive! Oh well.
That's why I watch them when I'm ironing.
Tidily folded things means a small achievement achieved.
Clothes origami is more fun than it sounds.
Clothes origami is less fun than it sounds.
I was quick at origami. Like creased lightning.
Plenty ackers. Origami backwards is "I'm a giro".
I’m sitting in the car outside the windmill.
Memo to pen - next windmill with a garage.
I've just finished a 120-hour working fortnight. Ouch.
Not as painful as so many hours of job searching.
Don’t chop chillies and then poke your eye.
Nor peel potatoes and lacerate your finger.
Likewise, grated carrots should not be stained red...
Carrots never used to be orange in color.
So, I wonder, what colour were they, then?
Black and White, as was everything until 1936.
I think the colour palette also included sepia.
Nah, stuff just went brown with age, surely?
I wish that were true of my beard.
Odd. My hair greys but my beard blackens.
Pigment drains downwards. (Nobody look at their feet!)
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