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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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The Magic Roundabout doesn't yet have traffic lights.
Dougal was definitely gone for something or other.
Have you seen any magic round about here?
I think I saw some in the fridge.
My fridge is not a time travel machine.
Just as well - the Ice Age is past.
The weather is getting me down right now.
We get weather every day - rise above it.
But that would take you into the stratosphere.
I'd find the air too thin up there.
That is what they want you to think.
In this case, for once, they are right.
Back down to earth with a bump then.
That would be some bump, and possibly fatal.
OK then, just kill off some old games
Shall we begin with this one?...
[Raak] I think you'll find that's only six.
I arrived home yesterday. Heathrow's still no better.
No, I certainly wouldn't want to live there.
I'm not sure they would let you either.
Gatwick is just as bad, so they say.
[Tuj] Should I have said the final words?
Don't know - looks like we're talking about airports.
I've been on holiday, but I'm back now.
Go anywhere nice? Go through any nice airports?
Switzerland, to stay with the in-laws. London City.
My ex-in-laws live in Birmingham; not so exotic.
I don't have in-laws, ex, current or otherwise.
I have parents, not ex, current, but otherwise.
Penelope, would you like in-laws or ex-in-laws, best?
No idea, Software, having no eperience of either.
Current location: University Marine Biology Station - workload high
Current location: bedroom. Workload: Nil. Current activity: Amusement. That's more like it.
Location: in front of screen. Bored. Bored. Bored.
...that's been summer. Back to uni soon, thankfully.
Penelope, you don't know how lucky you are.
[Kim] London City Aiport staff are rather dim.
[Phil] I think you missed an r out.
Software, swings and roundabouts, mate. Solitary dotage beckons.
[Botherer] Eight words spent to tell me that?
[Phil] Eight words spent on that reply? [oblig.]
Orthographic rigour must be our sine qua non.
Remaining single is much cheaper than divorce, Pen.
But two can live more cheaply than one.
And have a lot more fun, right Raak?
It's not only married people who have fun.
Certainly, single people can have excellent fun too.
I've been single ever since I was young!
Oddly, I'm not really sure if I'm single.
(nights) Ask at your local Citizens' Advice Bureau.
Once married one can never be single again.
I am. Once married, now I am divorced.
But divorced is not the same as single.
It is if you've no kids, otherwise not.
Even with no kids it still costs you.
Divorced means not married. Single in my book.
Remarried is not single yet may follow divorce
Whom God hath jointed, can any man reassamble?
What on earth is "reassamble" supposed to mean?
Once married, divorced or widowed, never again single.
(Darren) Concerning, or about, strolling with a donkey.
So not to do with stools and doctors?
Could be. It's an anagram of "mabels arse"
I shall eat my trombone, "a brass meal".
I'm going to go topless, "a braless me"
Then I must shoot you with "laser beams."
I "blame Sears", and Roebuck for good measure.
"Samba reels" are the very latest dancing craze.
Sailors invented those reels on long "sea rambles."
Beer soldiers were ordered to "arm bass ale"
Not quite topical, but close: "a Blare mess".
This used to be a farm, now it's just an "arable mess".
Scrap that; too many words. Formerly a farm, now just an "arable mess." Bit pissed tonite.
Bobby Darin; knackered gramophone; "A bass La Mer". Must be really pissed.
Must regurgitate trombone as copper chloride. Anagram wrong.
Penultimate one wrong, too. I'm going to bed.
"A rebel mass" (one over the eight, Rosie?)
Fencing has now introduced bling as "lamé sabres". (Irg) Well, a little too much + tiredness.
"Bears' meals": Honey, apparently, trusting Winnie the Pooh.
Vincent van Gogh hated his body. ("Blames ears").
Pardon? (Notes lack of apostrophe) Oh, I see!
Onyx vessels bearing aquamarine sails ply marble seas
Bless a mare, bishop, to win Haydock race
Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune.
Suddenly we have taken on an astronomical dimension.
Speak for yourself, young man. Just eat less.
And run around a bit for good measure.
I ran around a bit. She slapped me.
You should try to keep away from slappers.
Or you could just turn the other cheek.
Who wants to whack a big bloke's bum?
Was that question rhetorical, or a personal ad?
I am a moderately bummed five foot eight.
[Rosie] SWM? GSOH?
Sleeps with monkeys? Gets sweaty on horseback? Eh?
Suburban West Midlander? No. Got Some Obnoxious Habits.
Swim? Gosh! It seems for Tuj typos abound.
[Botherer] That statement is only tooo treu. [obigl.]
It appears I must be sensible for once.
That would be a new departure for you.
There was a young girl from Port Said
Who ate nothing but food that was fried
Thanks very much! The third line is impossible!
She is so mendacious - She's no longer gracious (pen) no it ain't :-)
Only if you're greedy and take two lines!
Pen, you are not trying; no rhyme there.
Would someone care to submit the last line?
Not me; I thought "Said" had two syllables.
So she'll be bridesmaid but never the bride.
I think that works. Shall we have another?
There's a perfectly good limericks game for that!
Indeed there is, but not on this server :-(
Why not start a new limerick game, then?
This appears to be an interesting Internet site.
I do hope to enjoy my visit here.
Though I hoped for more actual Mornington Crescent.
Welcome Quendolen. MC is rare here, strangely enough.
This means that we have only few Scots.
Sorry Quendalon - I spelt your name wrong - tsk
So shall we cancel Mansell and play MC?
But I thought you were already cancelling Mansell?
(And fear not, Chalky; that happens a lot!)
It has been very quiet on here recently.
We've been waiting to hear if Mansell's coming.
Is he one of those vocal ones, then?
There is only on way to find out.
Really? What way would that be then, please?
Bug him. He bugs us, so to speak.
I have not heard one word from him.
He's busy on other line will you hold.
I need to choose simpler items in AVMA.
Spill the beans here, then - no-one will notice.
Why is there a sticky mess of beans here?
They have caught fire due to Global Warming.
I blame El Niño for all our ills.
Surely it cannot be blamed for traffic congestion?
We usually assign such blame to City Hall.
What about those who live in towns?
Did that sentence have less than eight words?
It certainly looked like seven words to me.
Then it seems that we are in agreement.
I think we should celebrate this transient harmony.
Everybody up on their feet and dance Agadoo.
Really, that is going too far, I think.
For my part, I am unfamiliar with Agadoo.
I wish I could say the same thing.
Curious! Might I inquire as to its nature?
It's a town in Morocco, according to Mycroft.
I rather think that it is this Agadoo.
I didn't want to be reminded of that/
Which is worse, Agadoo or the Birdie Song?
Neither song is as bad as "My Way."
Doesn't it depend on who the singer is?
It is particularly bad when I sing it.
That is no disgrace, I can assure you.
So sing the quick brown fox et cetera.
How does that particular one go, Tom P?
What about Jo Dolce 'Shut Uppa Your Face'?
Outscores "Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polkadot Bikini".
Polkadot? One word? Taking the poetic mickey methinks :-)
I'm still cross about my two parking tickets :o(
Awe, tell us all about it, please pen.
My own stupid fault really, but it's expensive.
How expensive are parking tickets where you live?
£50 in Notting Hill, but £40 in Ealing
Ealing would seem a bargain. It's £60 here.
I want parking tickets from somewhere more glamorous
I'm afraid I can only offer you Warlingham.
If you think Jersey is glamorous, pay mine!
I was in Jersey only seven weeks ago.
I was in pullover only seven minutes ago.
I watched the Torchwood trailer seven seconds ago.
I'll be done typing in seven seconds' time.
That's less than a second per typed word!
Does depend where you start timing from though.
Some of us type more quickly than others!
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy
morniverser, who really ought not post an unfinished
sentence when there are so many just waiting
Waiting for what? The bus will be late.
Does anyone get reliable bus service these days?
I'm sure the Germans do, being so efficient.
Wo ist mein bus, er ist nicht gekommen.
Maybe my assertion lacks in situ experimental verification.
Why are we discussing busses at this time?
Is "busses" the correct spelling? It looks wrong.
If you aren't sure, then say "kisses" instead.
It's buses. I shall be subject to abuses.
Either buses or busses according to my dictionary.
Don't be silly. Everybody knows it is "bi."
I never heard double deckers called 'Bi' before.
Unless they like a bit of motorem bum
That should be " . . . bit motoris bi". (Genitive case).
Does "Aquitaine" actually rhyme with the word "queen"?
No, but Software's French is good, unless pissed.
One decided to invoke plummy British Royal pronunciation.
I do not find this explanation wholly convincing.
How about: "...France and England queen she became"?
Better - but does 'became' actually rhyme with 'Aquitaine' :-)
Methane rhymes with Aquitaine. It's a gas, though.
Methane, ethane, propane, butane - they're all rhyming gases.
Shall we continue where we left off, chaps?
How many more rhyming gasses can you supply?
Fluorine, chlorine, phosphine, arsine, acetylene, ethylene, propylene, allene. You shouldn't have asked. :-)
Can you name eight gases rhyming with "oxygen"?
[Rosie] Why not? I'm beguiled and delighted. Thanks.
I think naming gasses is far too elementary.
One only comes up with such puns periodically.
I am such a Francophile; I say "a-kee-ten".
Actually, I think "a-kee-ten", but say "a-kwee-tain" aloud.
I'm such a chemist I say "A ketone".
(Quendalon) Hydrogen, nitrogen, cyanogen is all there are.
I wonder if there were any Aquitainaise chemists?
Yes, they stick dipropylene glycol in the wines. Allegedly.
But surely Rosie's last post contains nine words?
That was a mightily bold statement young Darren.
If Rosie's wasn't nine then this contains nought.
Or does it have to be italicised also?
Seems I've caused a bit of a shemozzle.
Can we have a ruling on italics usage?
Perhaps we need a ruling on fonts too?
And let's not forget coloured words as well.
How long did that take you to type?
I'm not sure how that might be relevant.
Who are people appealing to for rulings though?
I am always glad to issue a ruling.
What? Did somebody ask me something just then?
You have spelt your own name wrong. Imposter!
That guy never claimed he was Humphrey Lyttelton.
The poster also never claimed he was male.
Furthermore, I have never claimed I am female.
Plenty of other people have done so, though.
Many people think that Chalky is a man.
Some must think you're just ones and noughts.
Wired ran a challenge. Can we match it?
Yes. Needs a separate game. Perhaps eight words?
I'm rather bored, who's up for some ping-pong?
*grabs bat, throws ball up... down, serves* ping!
Pong! This homophone deserves greater exploitation, I feel.
Ping also has certain atributes for Unix® enthusiasts.
Pong was a game. Before my time alas.
I feel sure you must have experienced pongs.
As an industrial chemist I experienced them professionally.
As an effluent analyst, I experienced some too.
You are clearly a woman of many parts.
Rosie, the things I did you wouldn't believe
Maybe you could try to test our credulity.
Ping, Pang and Pong are characters in Turandot.
So, guess who got laid last night then?
How many guesses are we allowed to have?
nights is merely telling us he's a carpet.
People have told me that all my life.
I shouldn't stand for that. Trip them up.
Glad we resisted jokes about "shag" and "piles."
We have done so far. Melvyns and Chalfonts.
I'm off to Paris today. See you Sunday.
'Ave a wondairful 'oleeday chère jhoosteen. À bientôt.
Pen, I hope that you aren't going alone.
Still on the pull at your age? Disgraceful!
I think Rosie has started talking to himself.
"Started", he witters. So little does he know.
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