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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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Duty-free was never abolished in the European Union.
Mmmm. Duty free? Are you in the future?
In the duty-free at Folkestone - the Chanel Tunnel...
But is bliss just a form of ignorance?
Certainly not - I know full well I'm pissed.
Well, now it's November, winter does draw on.
November? Already? It will soon be Summer again.
I wish you all a winter of content.
The government is collapsing all around us today.
The Prime Minister is lost in the Mayhem.
Rats that can't swim leaving the sinking ship?
Are Harry and Meghan's children the Brown Windsors?
May kicks the can down the road again.
Are we ever going to see pen again?
[Rosie] when she gets some Dutch courage maybe.
I suspect she contributed to the Almanac.
Please add a word of your choice, above.
acerbically
Foggy here and flights disrupted. I fly tomorrow :(
Indigestion. Rennies, orange flavour. All much better now.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Yamato! Taiko! Bang! Bang!
Is this a reference to your percussive abilities?
I was at a taiko concert on Saturday.
Brexit sounds like a breakfast cereal to me.
It sounds like a total disaster to me
Election's over - welcome to a brave new world.
Well, another month has passed without further comment.
Don't disturb us, we're aestivating. Takes effort, that.
Hello all. Long time no see. How's everyone?
Hi pen, we were pining for the windmills...
How can you mix up windmills and fjords?
Mrs Jowls did Finland. That is one way.
Pine. Pine, pine, pine, pine. Your turn now.
More likely to be clogging up the fjords...
I'd like a Norwegian car. A Fjord Escort...
Is that a spin off from the Hillman?
The Humber might have been a fjord once.
The Humber Super Snipe was a Ford once.
The Humber Snipe was delicious.
As a result, I have to do something with eleven words.
Shall we go back to the eight now?
Indeed, we should accord this game proper dignity.
Why not take a bath with a squid?
Excellent idea - someone pass the bath salts please.
Which clever clogs is hiding the bath pepper?
Not me. I do have the Bath buns.
While I have a model of Bath Abbey
Are you all members of the Ba'ath Party?
I'm one of the founders - an early Ba'ath.
Hello. Sorry I’ve been absent for so long.
Welcome back, then, Rab, pull up a chair.
Yes, I would like a cup of tea.
Treat it as cannabis and heat the pot.
Would you like one of my special cookies?
Why is Pablo dressed as a Guide Girl?
I think they are coming to get me
Haven't heard anything from rab - they got 'im!
I am not a Girl Guide - sod off
I now have Localised Surface Water Flooding Issues.
There's no snow here and I'm very happy.
Is snow normal at Christmas where you live?
Where I live, snow isn't a common thing.
If I recall, KS inhabits the Deepish South
Hidden textLaw of averages dictates that every now and then I'll actually end up with eight words
Yes, deep South of United States of America.
In Australia, they have the Deep North - similar.
Anyone for a game of ping-pong? *bounces ball*
Involving predicting when your microwave starts chucking up.
Visit Louth Pie Day dot com. Thank you.
louthpieday.com’s server IP address could not be found.
When I tried it it worked for me.
Sometimes our pies conflict with our cookies, presumably.
Please try loading Pies again. Better luck now?
Works. Who is this pie competition contact "xxx"?
[Superman] It might be me. I'm Madame Pie .
Let's throw, though, loathly thespians athwart Louth's pies.
Let's include as many th's as we can.
We'll spit out our pies with those ths.
Sorry can't oblige, because I have a lisp.
Shurely your pies are not actually spitworthy, pen.
Does twenty-six miles of pies make a python?
How many pies in a pylon? Anyone know?
Do pies belong in the Labyrinth of Nightmare?
Surely a pile of pies makes a pylon?
Pies fit for a king: cooked in pyrex.
I think that I shall self-isolate for now.
So how's everyone doing? Anyone working from home?
Yes, but since all the kids are here...
.....and some of them may well be mine.
Not likely. Should I send two on spec.?
I have no kids. I was channelling Boris.
Does anyone want sunflowers? We've grown too many.
Hmm. How does one transport sunflowers these days?
[Pablo] Quickly. Put your petal to the metal.
We've got spare sunflowers. Has anyone got room?
Couldn't you make cooking oil out of them?
I'm sure some hungry hamsters will enjoy them.
Goats love them so send them to Llandudno.
Llandudno. Post-apocalyptic goats make better job of it.
Llandudno. I bet you can't pronounce it properly
I'll put my money where my mouth is !
This may well cause you heavy-metal poisoning.
Still preferable to taking on a post-apocalyptic goat.
Goat in Welsh is gafr, the plural geifr.
In Dutch, geit is goat. Giet is pour.
And Welsh cheese is cwas, Dutch is kaas.
It isn't, it's caws, which rhymes with house.
Ah, alas. A typo in a foreign language.
My favourite Welsh word is mochyn, meaning pig.
Secured a supermarket delivery, first for eight weeks.
I still have to hang around outside Waitrose.
Yeah but Waitrose! Anticipating the posh goodies within!
Dutch supermarkets are lacklustre and the cheese stinks.
I thought all cheese was supposed to stink!
Not that posh, pen but just nicer people.
Warp and weft. Weft goes weft to wight.
So it ends up on an island then?
Yep. And then it gets weft behind, obvs.
Boom boom! You get a ten point bonus.
Warp factor ten, when the sun is shining.
That's what happens when you leave timber outside.
I'm marooned on the continent. Please send sausages.
What flavour? Ferret and coriander? Goose and bubblegum?
I prefer bratwurst or maybe cheesy Italian kielbasa.
Pen, does not Albert Heijn stock Toulouse sausages?
Not the little stores near me. Helaas, nee.
How can anyone be marooned on the continent?
When ones native island country cuts itself adrift?
Hee hee hee hee Brexit hee hee hee
Three-day week for me, sunny weather coming up.
Rosie and I have a seven day weekend.
This is true - thus TFI Friday is meaningless.
Who's F, and why T them at all?
We're on Version 16. I hate editing sometimes.
Version sixteen of what, may I please ask?
[pen] Call it version 2 of version 15.
Fooled myself with versions 7.1-7.9 to avoid V8!
The history [yawn] of the business [yawn] school.
Like "Hogwarts - A History", the book nobody read?
(And don't forget to slip a few "innovations" in.)
I've worked way too many hours this week.
As long as they are all paid hours...
The state and BP pay all my hours.
Anyone know where I can buy some spats?
Other than a spat shop, I can't help.
Maybe on Park Avenue in New York City.
Or Jermyn Street. Who needs spats these days?
Someone planning a vacation back to the 1920s?
I thought a spat was a violent disagreement.
Are spats worn in the present, called spits?
No, they are in fact called an affectation
I do fine with my paw print galoshes.
So what are galoshes, exactly? Oshes for gals?
Does that mean the existence of ladloshes, pen?
I think it could be galoshes and galohes.
Ex Irish gal'o'sheas: "woman of the Shea clan".
Hot enough for you yet? [Southern hemisphere exempted]
No. I need thirty-six for a new record.
Blimey! I hadn't realised LPs cost so much!
Did anyone here ever collect Green Shield stamps?
I collected cartoon stickers for comic making books.
I collected engine numbers, some of them prime.
Train spotting! I used once to enjoy that.
I find your word order rather unusual, Duj.
That is because I'm an unusual chap, Rosie.
Train spotting is an artistic form of graffiti.
I last spotted a train at a wedding.
Don't trains usually get married at marshalling yards?
No, Simons Mith, they are measured in yards.
Yards of ale sound like very big drinks.
They are barometric units like inches of mercury.
Important safety tip: Don't try quaffing the latter.
I think it would pass through you unchanged.
As long as you don't inhale the stuff.
Even Bill Clinton didn't inhale the stuff, allegedly.
Old presidents never die, they just stop inhaling.
My dog's got no nose. What comes next?
A tragic inability to differentiate odours. Poor dog.
One could also say "How does he smell?"
Pen, you need to take that dog back.
I mean, it's still under guarantee, isn't it?
I was merely alluding to a favourite joke.
(From my childhood, obvs. I'm more sophisticated now)
What's brown and sticky?    Entertainment for dogs. Fetch!
At least you took the high road, Bool.
Lo! Roads and beaten tracks are for losers.
Imagining pen careering downhill on her mountain bike.
Difficult, given the planar nature of the Netherlands.
Could it be she would go flat out?
You can't ride a bike with a flat.
You can't ride one in a flat either.
I find the Flat Earth Society rather odd.
They say they have members around the world.
Rather odd, Duj? What is really odd, then?
There are levels of oddity, 'rather' is one.
'Really odd' means the opposite of even; true?
Covid is getting to you. Take it easy.
Really odd or very odd or extremely odd?
In quantum mechanics, are there degrees of "Oddity"?
I think there are in BBC wildlife programmes.
Only one in space programmes, according to Bowie.
Combining wildlife with degrees there's always Bill Oddie.
Bill, I think, has always qualified as "wildlife".
Sometimes I wish *I* had a wild life.
Pen, methinks wild lives are usually grately overrated.
Maybe. My dog retrieved a dead rat yesterday.
Was the rat dead before the canine intervention?
I have a very painful canine right now
I should take him to the vet pronto.
Or, perhaps, if one is closer, a dentist.
The rat was deceased, no more. And mummified.
Is it really appropriate to mummify a rat?
Maybe it volunteered - seeking paradise in rat afterlife.
No! In my mind 'Ratty' will never die.
Was it a female rat? Was it NefRATtiti?
Hard to say. Shrivelled genitals. More like NosfeRATu.
May Zarquon save us all from shrivelled genitals
He certainly did the job with Buster Gonad
Was everyone taken aback by that last one?
I thought it was a load of bollocks.
*Looks aghast, askance at Bollockbar and faints, faintly*
That's it, penelope, hit 'em where it hurts.
Friday afternoon. What a shocker of a week.
Here, have a cup of tea. Do you good.
This is just to balance the pile. (Sorry, Superman, but it had to be done.)
A dog pile? I sometimes have that, literally.
I have no idea. What's 'a dog pile'?
Is it a carpet made of dog hair?
It is Radar and Niblet on my lap.
I'm still none the wiser. What's that about?
You ought to know this, pen - they're pets.
Niblet and RAdar can make little barking sounds.
Ah. Mine's 'Chip' after potato, not the microprocessor.
Not a peep since Monday. Is everyone OK?
Busy week. Too much work. Please send cake.
Belgium will start lockdown again on Monday. Wonderful.
This was announced on the Friday evening before.
Break it! (You've broken the eight word rule...)
[Pablo] That was two eights, you steaming nit.
Two eights still break the eight word rule
[Boolbar] Wilco. I'm in need of cakes myself.
Did someone say cake? Is it a home-bake?
Certainly is. We’re in bake-down here, not lockdown.
I am craving a Victoria sponge right now.
Just had a digestive biscuit, hits the spot.
There are no limits to your dietary adventurousness.
I made fudge.
[CdM] No, you have fudged. There's a difference.
And the difference is those five missing words.
[Bismarck] Penelope shows the double-move loophole, exploited correctly :-)
[pen] I've consistently rejected this game's fascistic octoverbism.
(CdM) A false claim, alas, given your last contribution.
There may be only eight things worth saying.
[Rosie] Moves can be eight words by accident!
What's happened to the cake? Where is it?
(CdM) Only if their numbers have Gaussian distribution.
(Pablo) Consumed. There'll be more in good time.
Good time. Walnut cake with cream cheese frosting.
Sounds delicious. I'll make do with mince pies.
I found two mince pies in the fridge.
How did you resuscitate them after cryogenic freezing?
That is not dead which can eternal lie...
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