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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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Perhaps moroni would care to explain his/her name.
Moroni is a mormon angel statue with trumpet
It is also "moron" followed by letter "i"
You decide if I am moron or statue
Sure you're not the capital city of Comoros?
No man is an island, except Fred Madagascar
*[hmmm - perhaps moroni is an attention seeker person]*
[Chalky] Fred Madagascar made me laugh. Newbie, surely.
There's Lennox Lewis. Don't laugh - he'll thump you.
Tommy Cooper made me laugh; Tony Blair doesn't.
Rosie, remember Keith Harris? Not many laughs really.
st dogmael made me laugh. Where'd he go?
There's David Gower. No man is a peninsula.
Tim, Graham, Willie, Barry, Humphry made me laugh.
Newbie to board, fifteen year veteran of MC
Fifteen years ago I wasn't even a teenager!
Neither was I, but for a different reason!
Come, children! Fifteen years ago is only yesterday.
Yesterday was Thursday, in my world at least.
I really ought to go to bed earlier.
A sentiment I voice for myself also [sigh]
Sighs don't count, just as size doesn't matter.
How many points for a pair of pants?
Pants with points in are really very uncomfortable.
Surely that depends on what activities pleasures you?
There you go again. You really are disgraceful.
A PAIR OF PANTS! That's two heavy breaths.
[Rosie] I giggle cos mother thinks I'm innocent!
Flush, swirl, sounds of where game is heading.
Ladies or gents? Or perhaps both, it seems.
We must stop this going down the pan.
We always revert to toilet humour when bored.
I'm not bored. I'm panicing. Big exam today.
Deep breath, Lib. Stay calm, and enjoy it! :o)
Good luck, Lib, better luck this time, eh?
Exam time, what joy, results time, what sorrow.
That's a bit of a pessimistic attitude, moroni
Prepare for the worst. Hope for the best.
An optimist cannot ever be pleasantly surprised, penelope.
I think they can - because they're hopeful chaps
I mean - why should expectation somehow negate surprise?
I think I'd call myself a realistic optimist
Is that better than an unrealistic pessimist, then?
We went from toilet humour to this quickly!
We've all had a crap, and feel good.
Let's swiftly move onto a less toilet-based subject!
Does a hyphenated word count one or two?
Personally, I would count it as one. This-though-would-be-a-cheat!
Haven't we had this debate before? Ruling, please?
Sorry, I don't have a ruler on me
I have. Hyphenated words always count as one.
Let us all take that as definitive. Sorted!
How about a quick hands-up for the 'not-sures'?
Can I put half a hands-up for maybe?
Is that an absolutely positive definite maybe, snorgle?
I'm in the not-quite-so-sure-that-this-is-so-cut-and-dried-as-gil-seems-to-think-it-is group, myself. I think.
The generally-in-agreement word-perfect linguistically-dual Betws-y-Coed cottage-dwellers say no.
[CdM] Why not found the-try-to-take-the-concept-to-a-logical-though-somewhat-absurdist-extreme-or-at-least-to-the-level-to-which-one-can-be-fussed-to-do-in-the-next-minute-or-so-provided-the-attention-span-lasts-and-one-doesn't-get-confused-by-the-lack-of-commas-or-other-such-things-such-as-the-fact-I've-pretty-much-forgotten-where-I-was-ah-yes-the-absurdist-extremes-that's-the-one group? More fun!
...and besides flights of fancy, I'd say no.
How is the weather today where you are?
Sunny with occasional cloud, and really quite warm.
Forty Nine Degrees Farenheight, chance of snow tonight.
Moroni, that's chilly. What country are you in?
85°F in my office. Blazing sunshine, central heating.
Central heating? Fools. Don't you use centigrade yet?
USA but I am originally from the UK.
Even with centigrade central heating is sometimes necessary.
I prefer to heat with Fahrenheit. It's hotter.
Kelvin is the hottest, zero is tricky though.
Absolutely! Absolute zero, easily defined. Tricky to find.
Not at all. Google Whitehall. Click on Intelligence.
Bloody hell! I passed. Very very very happy.
Hurrah! Fantastic news Lib! Very well done indeed!
Don't go and get drunk, Lib. Medically inadvisable.
Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!
Congratulations, Lib, we all agree you deserve it.
Thank you all very much indeed. Appreciated. Ta!
Well done Lib. Now you can play MC.
I'll admit I never took the MC test
I passed, but got stuck in Dollis Hill.
Late as always - but ... well done that Lib!
I hope there's a job for you, lib.
Sorry that you got stuck in Dollis Hill.
It's better than getting stuck in Silent Hill.
Silent Hill... in the old Mime Crescent game?
This game would not work better in mime.
I don't know, why don't we try it?
Mime it is, - - - - -
Nope, no idea Moroni. What's the nodding for?
. - + + - + . ,
*Pretends to be shut in an invisible box*
[Knobblers] Ah Got it! You're a bent-over person?
[Obviously that doesn't apply if the box is tall]
(Knobbly) You're Schrödinger's Cat. Are you still there?
If you are, are you dead or alive?
Maybe we could take a look? Puzzle solved.
No, I'm afraid that would be puzzle aborted.
Let's put him in this Klein bottle instead.
My mobius band seems to go on forever.
I blame the guitarist - all those endless solos.
Lucky you're not a jazz fan. Bass solos.
Triangle or gong solos are not very entertaining.
It depends how long they go on for.
Personally, I do not like maracas solos much.
Sounds like someone dropping a box of dominoes
You can't go wrong with a kazoo solo.
I'd prefer the swannee whistle please. More dulcet.
Not as dulcet as the dulcimer I say.
I'd say a harp solo is even dulceter.
Dulceter sounds like a rather twee small town.
It is east of Camberwick Green, near Trumpton.
Pugh, Pugh, Barny McGrew, Cutherbert, Dibble and Grout.
A little known fact. Lib can play harp.
You'll have to bring it to a pilg.
Is the harp bigger than a bread bin?
Smaller than a phonebox, but bigger than breadbin.
Begins with a P? (oops! wrong game)
[Lib] Begins with a P? (oops! wrong game)
How did you "pluck" the courage to play?
[I Say, Porter!] That was a bit close.
A close shave, eh? Many ladies like that.
Some, in my experience, prefer the opposite, fortunately.
Back, sack and crack? Better than close shaving!
I lie. Men are best in natural form.
Lib's right. I prefer slightly hairy men too.
I prefer slightly hairy women, come to that.
Slightly hairy women, like ones with nice beards?
Just on the head, maybe a small moustache.
You're not in favour of luxuriant armpits, then?
I've always thought armpit shaving a strange custom.
I wonder if the armpit dreadlock's been invented.
Wonder no longer. Rest assured, it has. Awesome.
Does anyone dye their armpit hair as well?
This is reaching high levels of the bizarre.
I should hope so. We're all highly educated.
I wonder. How many of us have tattoos?
Not me. Doesn't mean you're educated though, surely?
Tatoos - Moving pictures all year round for partner.
I have no tattoos. But I am pierced.
Tanni Grey-Thompson has tattooed right big toe
My lower lip is stretched like Sting's mate's
Phil, you big pouter! Do you dribble much?
I lied. My body has no deliberate modifications.
Piercings? Tattoos? Are we a bunch of fetishists?
My well-being depends on plastic in two forms.
That would be credit and debit one assumes.
Ha! No! Plastic lenses and acrylic upper denture.
Sadly, that is the 'joy' of getting old.
Do any of you lovely crescenters have tattoos?
Not I. To me they are simply repulsive.
No, not me. I never saw a need.
(Lib) I asked that only a few moves back.
BUM'OLES - that's nine. Replace a few with thirteen.
I prefer the chiaroscuro of wrinkles to tattoos.
And unlike tattoos, they don't fade over time.
Will Lib reveal where she has been pierced?
Sorry Rosie. I expected to be asked. Its....
Interesting lack of apostrophe. Look forward to continuation.
I find no apostrophes is better than wrong!
Such tantalizing silence, Lib. We can only imagine.
[Softers] I've never been tantalised by punctuation... oh.
Let's talk about gas stoves. They're very interesting.
We have a gas stove, it is nice.
Personally, I hate gas. Our stove is electric.
Its a nipple bar. I cook on gas.
I preferred coal gas. Very short intense flame.
A nipple bar sounds fun. Two pints please.
Try searching Google Images for "nipple bar". Ouch!
I searched and found this picture. Ouch indeed.
A picture makes up for a thousand words!
Really? Then write a thousand words about it!
Does that mean CdM has broken the rules?
Rules are made to be broken, it's said.
CdM has made 125 moves, not broken rules.
So 1/125 of a picture equals one move?
And 1/125 of a second gives one picture.
That appears to be high definition stuff indeed!
Is it time for another cup of coffee?
It's always time for another cup of coffee.
In my youth, coffee was posh. Expensive, too.
And no-one in Britain could make it properly.
Make it in a proper copper coffee pot.
I like good coffee and good tea too.
I have a massive hangover. Had exams yesterday.
I'm newly freelancing. That means no work yet. :o(
Pen I've got work. Cleaning and Ironing ok?
Lib, sounds fine to me. I love ironing.
But pen, you're worth far more than that!
Hope work appears soon! Keep going, you're ace!
Have ironing. Can send from Belgium DHL...
How did that become seven words? Add 'by'.
[Lib] She didn't tell you what she charges
It'd get creased again when I return it!
Drop it off on your way to Holland!
Put "fragile" on the packet, it may survive.
Success! I'm doing PR for a Choral Society!
Excellent. Hurrah. Well done pen. Good luck too.
OK, folks. Eight word Choral Society slogans. Go!
Carshalton Beeches Ladies' Choir. We're Singers not Mingers.
Want a song? With us you're never wrong!
No competition. I think that takes the biscuit.
Who needs a blocked nose? We've got Tunes!
Mostly in Tune Since 1965 (Except the Tenors)
No Accuse Teno's Of Singin' Wrong: It Debases
All Our Bass Are Belong To You, Folks
Hear our choir - we can Handel The Messiah.
You practice in the bath? Take more baths.
She sings sweet songs softly so she says.
Softly swishing soap suds she sits silently shampooing.
That one would definitely encourage me to attend!
You mean there are no choral financial incentives?
I was at the Epsom Derby today. Heaving.
Heaving? You ought not to drink so much.
Penelope, were you wearing a silly stylish elaborate hat?
No, in the free bit with the hoi-polloi
How did the hoi-polloi taste? Too spicy again!
Tried not to taste them. Kept my distance.
The "the" in "the hoi polloi" is redundant.
Some may say the hoi polloi are redundant.
By looks of them, a lot were.
Phil is right. Standards must be kept up.
Penelope used only seven words. Standards are falling.
The 'redundant' was redundant. I left it out.
That's neat, pen, but I am not convinced.
Alternatively, one could say "the polloi", I suppose.
I have a parrot that says, "pretty polloi"
Is your parrot from Dudley, I Say, Porter!?
I hope it is not an ex parrot.
No, it's an expatriate, living in Greece, obviously.
Isn't living in grease a messy business, Rosie?
Better than living in a Saturday night fever.
Made lemon cake this morning, for afternoon tea.
What will you eat for supper then, pen?
No idea. Fish finger sandwich, mayonnaise, ketchup maybe?
I hope you defrost the fish fingers first.
They lose their crunch when you defrost them.
yes and that is sad. crunch is best.
There's a lunatic in here! Looks friendly, though.
They're the ones you have to watch carefully.
Yes, he said "crunch". That sounds rather violent.
I like Crunchy bars straight from the fridge.
That practice denuded me of half my teeth.
"Yorkies" are like concrete when they are cold.
I hate the pathetic little nippy yappy bastards.
I tried putting golden syrup in the freezer.
ISP, try putting them in the freezer too.
Did you succeed Rosie or was it failure?
How can I succeed Rosie. I am Rosie.
I guess you could succeed at being Rosie.
I'm giving it a go. Few others would.
I would, but I can't play the trombone.
[everyone] Please, no 'neither can Rosie' gags. Thanks.
Actually, I'm a considerably better pianist than trombonist.
My music teacher asked me to stop playing.
You can't tuck a 'cello under your chin.
Nor a piano. But you wear a sousaphone.
I can't actually play any instrument at all.
I'm not very good, but I enjoy trying.
That could apply to many of my activities.
To parachute you must be good every time.
Not necessarily if you are a lucky bastard.
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