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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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And more certainly B4 the best by date
Hurrah! I have tested negative. Hope it's over.
[Softers] Was that an LFT? Don't count your chickens...
[Pablo] Yes, three in a row, fingers crossed.
Hoorah, outbreak amongst colleagues. Obsessively testing daily, then.
Clear blue skies, sun shining, Friday. Deep joy.
Anyone want an NFT? Go on, take two.
(Bismarck) I must refuse because I can't funge.
I always thought fungible sounded a little racy.
Fungible - is that like mushrooms? I hate mushrooms.
*Cries and hides away in some moist woodland*
Fungible means "like a bogeyman" - so I'm told.
Is this someone who continually picks his nose?
If I could pick my nose, I'd choose...
Well I certainly wouldn't have chosen this one.
I would not have chosen that one either.
Michael Jackson picked his quite a few times.
Did he use a nosepick? Like a toothpick?
Colleague bought chocolate croissants. Return to office - hurrah!
Retired, one has to buy one's own cakes.
Still working from home. No sharing my chocolate!
Working from home alone four days a week.
[penelope] Chocolate croissants? A flogging offence, here, surely.
I believe they're export-only. Not for domestic consumption.
Or better to call them pain au chocolat?
With my coffee I had ginger cake today.
Had my first coffee of the year today.
You'll be needing more around half past October.
Nothing would happen in my classes without coffee.
Nothing would happen in my coffee without glasses.
Your week in eight words, I'll go first.
Cancelled trip home, booked another, still no rain.
Saw last half of “Tove”. Trains to blame.
Looking at lovely weather outdoors while working inside.
I'm a workplace agony uncle now, it seems.
Covid visited for ten days then thankfully left.
[Nights] Surely here's safe to share it. Do.
[pen] Kind, but this is my happy place.
Happy but difficult. I'm stumped on limerick lines.
There was a young lass here called pen.
Well that fails to help MY stumpedness, Rosie.
Who lived in a mill on the fen.
Eight words on a third line? No way.
We should try French. Full of silent letters.
She baked a vleestaart / van struisvogel en hert
En serveerde het met eieren van een hen.
Saturday morning snow. Not ideal for going marketwards.
We had a good snow shower here, too.
It was a bright cold day in April.
Where? Not here in Sheffield I assure you.
A story in eight words by Augusto Monterroso:
"When he awoke, the dinosaur was still there"
But the Spanish original is in seven words.
May the Fourth be with you, of course.
The fourth word of this sentence is "of".
The eighth word of this sentence is "anything".
The ninth word of this sentence does not
I contend that that is not a sentence.
The first rule of Fight Club is that
I've better - the secret of happiness is simply
Wait! Bismarck! Is there something important you wanted
I've never really got this game because everyone
[Chalky] Be like me. I don't give a
I'm from the police and I'm here to
One more cup of coffee can't hurt, eh?
Not with the sort of posts we're getting
There have been no posts for ten days.
There, two posts in just two days, wow!
The blind man has been. We have blinds.
I see, but perhaps the artisan does not.
That depends how well he drew them, innit?
If it wasn't for blinds, it would be...
...easy to see what the neighbours are doing?
...curtains for all of us, obvs. Oh dear.
You lot really are all a load of
Brilliant minds, as Phil was about to say
Well, another week has passed with many incidents.
Incidents? Tornado in Zierikzee (near mill), one dead.
Incidents- storm in Westminster, four resignations, nobody hurt.
Now we have fires all over the place.
Four more days of work, four more days!
I didn't know you were a fireman, pen
Give us back our ten days of holiday!
It is very quiet. Is everyone on holiday?
I am always on holiday. I am retired
We've had guests for the past three weeks.
I just can't imagine you as Basil Fawlty.
Would perhaps he be better as Manuel then?
Have you all read the manual? Good, good...
I will when I find the English bit.
Guests all gone. Back to normal. Never again!
Three guests gone yesterday, three more coming tomorrow.
Guest-free. Home alone. Feels a bit empty now.
Silence. His Majesty will now address the nation.
Hello nation. Get on your knees, you serfs.
It does all seem a bit old fashioned.
Yo homies, I's a-gonna reign and like it!
"M'sieur are you sad about ze Queen dead?" direct quote from one of my students
"Eh bien, ça va, mon petit choux, hein?"
There appears to be a plurality of cabbages.
[Rosie] That is because we are all heart.
That sounds like a very good bridge hand.
Are you talking about playing cards or snooker?
Could you please frame that question differently, possibly.
Actually, I think that I get the picture.
The picture I get is impressionistic at best.
Are you talking about Debussy or Monet then?
B flat is still B flat, you know.
Yes, even when the rent increases above inflation.
I'll end this week with eight words. Maybe.
I'll end this week with eight words. Again.
[pen] you seem to be a regular weekender.
[Softers] I do it every week. Don't you?
[pen] no real need since I have retired.
Shall we have a break from eight words?
We could try four. But do it twice.
Two words! Four times! Two words! Four times!
One.
Two, three, four, five, six, seven.
I'm sad we can't ever waltz in here.
Start!
One two three, one two three
Stop!
Waltzing, pen? I'd only tread on your toes.
[Tuj] Was that the minute waltz? Quite small...
The foxtrot, that's a short gait I imagine.
Repetitively, but without hesitation, the fox trotted overdog.
But what sort of fox was it, Bis?
An American cluster fox. It brings bad luck.
Failed. Not one mince pie passed my lips.
[pen] Not to worry, I had your share.
Mini ones are best - more pie less mince
Still haven't made any mince pies. Ruddy Covid.
This year, I propose that we try to...
Arrange a pilg. What sayeth ye, fellow humorists?
Is thou humouring us, Master Of The Rose?
I can barely master dandelions, let alone roses.
It has rained constantly, steadily, relentlessly, all day.
[pen] Lovely weather for this time of year.
[Pen] That's not the sea rising, is it?
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