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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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A spot on my belly meant chicken pox.
Hummmph! Now you've spread contagion into the game!
Coughs and sneezes spread diseases, so they say.
There are many agreeable ways of infecting people.
Sharks with laser beams is NOT a method!
Sharks with laser beams is from Austin Powers.
Sharks with bank accounts are from Austin, Texas
Pleased to report windy miller much improved today.
(pen) Good. May his quixotic pursuits continue unabated.
The sun is shining bright. Well here, anyway.
(Softers) Here also. Shows up all the dust.
Here too. I had to clean the windows.
(pen) Did you play your jolly ukulele simultaneously?
[Rosie] The strings sound funny when they're wet.
(pen) They would, like those of pub pianos.
Eight words for April, anyone? Someone? We're desperate.
How about: where are all the April showers?
They are biding their time, menacingly, until summer.
We've already had at least three of them.
A big storm came through Lake Charles, LA.
We need April flannels and April soap, too.
Time for your spring clean, Giertrud? Have fun!
April flannels? Surely it's too early for cricket?
Not at all. Durham was playing on Sunday.
Summer comes early to East and West Hartlepool.
Right. I'm off to work. Happy Friday, folks.
Ha! Work. The state pays me not to.
[Rosie] Can't wait, only 1038 days to go.
A mere youth. Friday fortnight I'll be 25,000.
I'm sailing back to Blighty on Wednesday - hurrah!
I'm sailing to France on Friday, hurrah too!
[software] Me too. A full wedding avoidance week.
As usual during the day, the telly's off.
I will be sipping beer and relaxing, myself.
Oh? Wedding Avoidance? Is someone getting married? (heh!)
My Union flag will fly in our straat
Unfortunately, even the French television will cover it.
Gier, don't act like you are not interested.
You know I'm being sarcastic -- teasing the Brits!
Brits are notorious for misunderstanding sarcasm...and irony.
I fail to see the irony in that.
As regards sunsets, coppery is better than irony.
Isn't irony what British humour is mostly about?
(Knobbly) I assume that is third-order irony.
Most British humour is lavatorial, isn't it? *snigger*
That is why it's gone down the pan.
Right down the pan, just ask Mervyn King.
I wish I had gone to bed earlier.
pen, where you tired or for another reason?
Regularly in bed too late, always up early :o(
It's been the driest spring since records began.
Hidden textMy records, that is, so 1983.
In Surrey, maybe. In Jersey only number two.
Sounds nice; I have always fancied desiccated rock.
Rain at last. Wish it would go away.
Same here. Least the drought warning's been lifted.
Why can I not stop thinking of doughnuts?
<mode="Homer">Mmmmmmm... Doughnuts</mode>
For completeness, please say 'doughnuts' three more times.
Doughnuts doughnuts doughnuts. Happy now?
[CdM], That is not eight words all at once.
I guess New Jersey takes after Old Jersey.
CdM doesn't need to count; he's an economist.
In this game, CdM's entries just don't count.
New Jersey is much bigger than Old Jersey.
Old jersey has probably shrunk in the wash.
Not just Old Jerseys. My new-ish one shrank.
I imagine that would enhance your delightful contours.
[K] "Eight words all at once." Now are you happy?
I don't know about you, but I am.
I'm happy enough, for now. No particular reason.
I'm not very happy; but that's my problem.
I'm not very happy; but that's my problem.
Sort it our guys. Whose problem is it?
I don't think it's my problem - no explosions.
Pull yourselves together, you miserable bunch of wimps.
That's almost the end of a knock-knock joke.
It would seem nights is a flatulence therapist.
[Knobbers] Happily, there's no end of knock-knock jokes.
Oh, but that I were. Such great fees.
Knock, knock. Who's there? A doctor. Doctor who?
I don't get it.
Does CdM intentionally flout the word count rule?
To assume otherwise would be to invoke innumeracy.
And we all know that could prove distastrous.
Maybe. But other reasons are even less flattering.
CdM believes the market should set the count
By his reckoning, we would all be short-changed!
I just put the definitive answer in "Movies."
[CdM], I'm happy, but that's still ten words.
I'm not happy, because Rupert Murdoch's still alive.
[KS] I'm afraid irach beat you to it
Yup, time for another eight words before Friday?
A restaurant sign here says 8 is great.
All I need do is write eight words?
Only if they are exactly the right words.
If not, someone might get testy. Or grumpy!
Where do I find the arbiter of rightness?
Oh, well. Maybe my next one'll be good.
[cfm] Me.
I hope so, Kaggers. Next time, try harder!
If in doubt; try, try, try, try, try again.
One, two, miss a few, ninety-nine, one hundred.
[CdM] I'd like to have eight words with you.
Play nicely, boys. What plans for het weekend?
Doing not a lot between all the visitors.
Get together with Mrs INJ's folks down South
Enumerating the definite article in all European languages.
Barbecue on Sunday perhaps? Two days before birthday :-)
Same thing I do every day, Pinky: nothing.
[pen] I'll be playing nicely with the boys
Reunion piss-up with old housemates in Bristol area.
Entertaining new nieces for a day - teenaged twins.
Wishing Phil a happy birthday, for one thing.
[Tuj] I learned that rhyme in middle school.
In New York, we learned something else entirely.
I learned many rhymes while in elhi grades.
Tuj and Kag, I learned it in Kindergarten.
GiertKag RudShuko - so not that long ago, eh?
Last workday before nuptuals. Too much to do!
If anybody present knows a reason why...
I used to shoot weddings -- it was fascinating.
Ceremony takes 10 minutes. Party takes 10 hours.
That seems to be in the right proportion.
Blissfully short, and in a foreign language. Perfect.
Finally, summer arrives. It's too bloody hot today.
Never fear, penelope. Rain is on its way.
And blustery whippy windiness. I do love autumn.
It's whipping round the 6th floor at 50kph
How jolly exciting! Is the wind blowing too?
Chalky, I'll take that statement as a compliment.
Whipping? Are we talking cream or sadomasochistic stuff?
I'm thinking of split cane fly fishing rods.
I'm thinking of a word beginning with P.
How long would it take to guess it?
Eight times quicker than a one word game.
Unless no-one posts because they despise your efforts...
Possibly picturesque paintings put pretty pictures 'pon pillars?
Perch, Pig, Pony, Pygmy, Pike, Polyp, Percheron, Peacock?
Plump pears, perchance per pound, perhaps per person?
If those are guesses, no. Is this fun!?
Perfectly pleasant. Pie, profiteroles, pastries or potted pork?
No, but you're travelling in an appropriate direction!
Patisserie or pork products? I give up peeing.
[pen] Animals then edibles. The answer was "prawn".
When is it lunch time? I'm hungry now.
I have already had my lunch, so there.
Is the weekend over? But I'm not ready!
Worry not, [pen], another will be approaching soon.
Can another weekend come before the new week?
Six days to write a 90 minute speech.
Does anyone listen to a 90 minute speech?
They must, if they want the cocktails afterwards.
Fifteen minutes a day, no problem right pen?
You're forgetting umpteen re-drafts and bloody research, Tuj. -How am I supposed to know what he wants to say? I'm only the writer!!
Pen, ghostwriting is no fun. I know first-hand!
I was best man for groom I barely knew.
My speech was generic: "One speech fits all"
"Laydeees and Gennelmen, Eye thengyew fur turning up!"
Tuesdays are my Mondays. First day at office.
Seven days, but not even eight words. Shameful.
Seems as if no-one has anything to say.
I'm baffled this game has lasted five years.
One, two, three, four, five years? Nice work!
Did you know "Bewildered" does not mean "Astonished?"
You're baffled? You've got things blocking you off?
I assumed "Bewildered" was a synonym for "Confounded".
Gosh, I do love this game. Don't you?
No.
CdM has a thing about following the rules.
I can follow them if I want to. Really.
CdM follows the rule of not following rules.
[Raak] Reverse psychology? Worth a try, I guess!
Happy Guy Fawke's Day As Well As Night.
Guy Fawkes is one thing I really miss.
When do they set off fireworks over there?
Every bloody night, according to Dr Qu+xum (ret'd)
A really big bonfire at Taunton this year.
Yes, that's my coat. Why do you ask?
Can I borrow it? I need to swear.
I rarely need to swear, but do anyway.
Swearing is clinically proven to make things better.
F*ck yeah!
Well, why don't you do it properly, then?
[Rosie] Because some here are monitored by netnannies
Damn it! That was eight words, wasn't it?
Everyone conforms to the norm, sooner or later.
Sorry? Pardon? What? Was someone talking about me?
Are you the Norm or any old Norm?
Is there any such thing as the norm?
Not this Saturday, nope. Everything pleasingly abnormal today.
Who? Me? What? Are you talking about me?
My sister is one more abnormal year older.
On the 25th, I turned 28, quite normally.
Normally? No! You change age every year surely!
Perceived time is a logarithmic function of age.
Do we need to discuss Einstein's Relativity Theory?
We certainly do, because everyone's a neutrino nowadays.
I'm not. I travel much slower than light.
I rarely get home before dark these days.
(pen) There's something of the night about you.
Maybe. Monday morning, good intentions, still in pyjamas.
It's too bloody early. Way too bloody early.
Went out and bought my Christmas tree today
So how was Tuesday for everyone? Dull here.
Like uncooked baked beans, cold and rather windy.
Nearly the shortest day. First; the longest night.
Now, please let's have some lights on, eh?
Beans must be eaten before the wind happens.
Bean emitting gusts shall be returned to Tesco's.
Beans, Beans, The musical Fruit [to be continued]
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you toot, the better you feel...
We should have beans for all our meals!
Agree. I had beans on toast for breakfast.
Walked in in daylight; first time this year
First time for daylight, I mean; not walking.
I thought you learned to walk each year.
I'd be more amazed if you could fly.
I can fly, but I choose not to.
There is an art, or knack, to flying.
You can learn it from "Teach Yourself Flying".
Hold book, flap at the same time? Impossible!
Perhaps the book's flaps act like stabilisers. Beginning...
Just throw yourself earthwards, and then miss.
I gave my views on this topic here but I needed 42 more words than are approved in this game.
Does it count if you fail to land?
Are you hovering mid-air, waiting for the answer?
I am up in the air over levitation.
I once taught flying in a vivid dream.
Are you sure it was just a dream?
True or False? Dillon - one fifty-eighth of second.
False. False, false, false, false, false! Flippin' false!
You don't know how true that is, Phil.
Pancake, pancake, pancake, pancake; one more pancake? Nope.
At half-time the Up'ards are leading one nil
Down'ards made it one all on day two
Mid'ards stole the ball, reducing things to farce.
Well, that is leap day almost done with.
So now it's March. Spring is almost here!
Where is 'here?'? No sign of it yet.
Here is where I am- on the rock.
I've found an old ha'penny in my change.
It's probably worth more than the 2p substitution.
Are you going to wear green this Saturday?
There's no sign of here yet? Then where?
I shall be wearing red, for rugby reasons.
I shall be drinking Guinness for obvious reasons.
Timne for eight words? Or time to stop?
I'm sure I can think of eight words
Me too! But I won't.
Can we use CdM's self-appointed privileges for good?
Mwaahahahahahahahahahaha!!
Ah ha! CdM ever the maverick, I see.
Attention-seeker, more like. Just ignore him for now.
Ignore who? Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Remember rule of thumb: don't feed the troll
How will we get to cross the bridge?
We're back on. That's all right then, chaps.
Back from my trip to Bristol, in fact.
'Back from Bristol' - is that a euphemism, Softers?
Take it as it comes. It's not plural.
Spicy parsnip and cheese puffs. Cook or not?
Just drink the wine and cooking be damned!
Grading, grading, grading, grading, grading, grading, grading, grading






Grading
How is your new roadmaking job going, CdM?
Gradely (a word that comes from Old Norse).
Time for a nice cup of tea, methinks.
Went to Lord's for first time today. Terrific.
Might 'do' Madrid in November. Any recommendations, folks?
Wow -- haven't been in here for AGES. Remind me. What are the rules?
Not sure. I think CdM nicked the rulebook.
Used the pages to write shopping lists, probably.
I use cut-up tea cartons for shopping lists. That should kill it stone dead for another week.
I list to one side when out shopping.
I tend to get very lost in shipping.
My BlueAnchor Bay friend superscopes Bristol Channel ships :)
I've rather missed all this. I think. Anyway.
What can I do with these seven spaces?
Fill them with Dwarves. Or Sins. Or Wonders.
I'd suggest hangman, but that's already occurring elsewhere.
The weather is getting drier or I'm mistaken.
Yes, that's very true; you are indeed mistaken
I'm mistaken for someone I'm not most days.
[Botherer] Nice to see you here Prince Charles!
Listening to French radio sometimes helps. Wonder why?
[pen] I have no idea. My it's hot!
French radio is generally rubbish, except for FIP.
(Softers) What's your it and why's it hot?
A propos nowt, when is it home time?
Soon. Very soon. At least I hope so.
Well, another month already. Autumn is nearly here.
Not quite yet. The weekend was a scorcher.
One week later. And only I speak. Why?
'Cos you're a bit of a chatterbox, Pen.
Is there anyone here who fancies Nigella Lawson?
Not obsessively, Rosie. She is quite attractive though.
She has a sort of louche appeal.
She fancies herself too much for my taste.
Nigella! *daydreams for a while*   No, not me.
The mental image of her father is off-putting!
Thou shalt not have fantasies about Nigella's father!
She is far too sugary in my opinion.
Sugary? Do you mean Nigella or her father?
Her Dad's a climate sceptic and therefore bonkers.
[Rosie] Are you sure that you don't have that backwards?
(CdM) It's quite plausible that he's bonkers a priori.
His name, anagramatically, is We all sign on.
That reminds me of Bob Monkhouse on HIGNFY.
I am not sure about making amusing anagrams.
Are you concerned with the propriety of it?
My hair is now fifty shades of grey.
[pen] Hair dye makes it fifty shades darker.
Then why doesn't it work on my beard?
It is hair dye, it's not BEARD dye.
I am told that you can't dye beards.
No-one told Billy Connolly that. His was pink.
[pen] That's true, but what about his beard?
Are you challenging Phil as top filth merchant?
I do not want filth. Family phrases accepted.
Hidden textI am not sure about making awkward rhopalic.
I have no idea whence this reputation came.
Acrophil sounds like a top man to me.
Apologies, but when they pop up, I'm obliged.
November. Not a good month for eight words?
January, February, March, April, May, June, July, Aug-Oh.
I only know seven words, including these words.
[Phil] No wonder you keep losing at Scrabble.
I'm the one who always loses at Scrabble.
[pen] You might be having a bad spell.
Only seven words I know. These seven only.
At least there is a bit of variety.
Looks like six to me, Phil.
Seven! Including these seven, I know seven words!
But do you know what they mean, severally?
These seven words? Only I know, I know.
I only know I've been to the dentist.
I guess you know the drill by now.
Thankfully, I have learnt more words. Another six.
Are they in English, Welsh, Hungarian or Basque?
Two free lunches this week for me. Hurrah!
No free lunches for me though. Boo! Hiss!
[Rosie] Yes, they're English, Welsh, Hungarian or Basque.
Basque? Isn't that a piece of female underwear?
I thought it was a French lobster soup.
"Helleau. Je suis un Freynch lobsterrrre from Normandie!"
I thought it was the Spanish football coach.
Are you calling pen a charabanc? How ungentlemanly!
He's frighteningly accurate - I have so much seat!
Did CdM just play eight words, as requested?
When eight is appropriate, that's what I use. Usually.
Fashion experts say nine is the new eight.
That's just word game inflation. Resist it!
It's Friday, Friday. Gotta get down on Friday.
Steady on, Phil, have you asked the wife?
Who do you take me for? Robinson Crusoe?
It's good to see the philth is undiminished.
We'll need another eight words - about Christmas - soon.
Oh how I hope my wages are in.
Merry Christmas to all in the Morniverse today.
Bah! Humbug! But mince pies are rather nice.
More cheese, vicar? Don't mind if I do!
I hope that everyone had a Merry Christmas!
I shattered the peace with carols on trombone.
Tromboneronial carols sound fun. I ate too much.
I did not drink enough in my opinion.
I never drink enough at Christmas. Blasted family!
Drinking it and topping up bottles with water?
Awkward being the only drinker in the house.
I made a very alcoholic Christmas Pud sauce.
Was it just a glass of neat brandy?
More like half a bottle and some flour.
Why waste brandy by adding flour, I ask?
Otherwise it would just fall off the fork.
There was also sugar and butter. Tremendously nutritious.
Surely a spoon is the implement for puddingisationalists?
Softers might be going in with a straw!
Custard. That is all I have to say.
Which toothpaste for mains and which for dessert?
I hate most toothpaste. Stupid horrible minty vileness.
Toothpaste is a very good trombone slide lubricant.
Does it keep the trombone in mint condition?
That is one of the better trombone jokes.
Tits pecking at my nuts in the garden.
What has that got to do with trombones?
Trombone: a Swanee Whistle with delusions of grandeur.
Just-a one-a cornetto; one too many, I'd say.
Sorry, pen, didn't realize that trombones were compulsory.
Robot Men! Rob me not or entomb trombone.
The trombone makes a very good water pistol.
In any case I'm better at the piano.
Aiming a piano is harder than aiming trombones.
Seventy-six trombones. Hundred-and-ten cornets. I rest my case.
I thought there was just one cornet. Oh!
(Tuj) There is, as I said on Tuesday.
Good grief. My iPad works in the loo.
Not only that but you've acquired a capital.
I was enthroned at the time. Quite appropriate.
Yes, even Her Maj must have a crap. V good, BTW.
Anyone got owt interesting to say about February?
February : Rub Faery. Be a furry. Bear fury.
Best month: sort of has "brewery" in it.
Even better, it has my birthday in it.
You still won't be as old as me.
What happened to that Twix I just bought?
I had traffic jam at breakfast this morning.
Strawberry, apricot, and gooseberry, layered in the jar.
I find "pen's Twix" very difficult to enunciate.
What a murky February day. Not much fun.
Yes, it is even trying to snow here.
New Year's Resolution not to drink remains intact.
You must be extremely dehydrated. Saves weeing, though.
I'll watch the windy miller teach weather tonight.
I spent most of today doing the ironing.
Yesterday, I watched "O Brother, Where Art Thou?"
Yesterday I painted walls and ceiling - 2 coats
Two coats? Turn the heating up a bit.
Dutch reflexive verbs in the 'past perfectum' - aaaargh.
I shall counter that with - "Welsh prepositional mutations".
It's either too many or too few vowels.
Ancient Greek: Aorist tense. Middle voice. Such fun!
(pen) Actually it's all to do with consonants.
Have just eaten proper, tangy, British cheddar. Delish.
How can cheese be like a mathematical operator?
I don't know. How can it, Rosie? (joke?)
Hello folks, I still exist. That's all really.
Del is a mathematical operator, among other things.
"Number please?" Is that what you allude to?
Even the cheese is holey like a zero.
Will this holey cheese freeze at zero degrees?
Zero is just an eight in a belt.
Haven't you got that precisely arse about face?
Finally have spring weather, which means April showers.
It seems our spring skipped the year again.
I have discovered the delights of lunchtime hiking.
I have discovered the delights of lunchtime lunching.
I have discovered lunches with some delightful hikers.
I have delighted some hikers with lunchtime discoveries.
I've lunched on hikers and discovered they're delightful.
My local café has hiked its delightful lunches.
Anyone got eight lovely words for May? Anyone?
My aunt's middle name was May. Florence May.
Berry, blossom, bug, day, fair, flower, fly, pole
"May the force be with you." Too geeky?
May the Tenth... for lisping campers. (Stolen joke)
Friday post. Three-day Whitsun weekend for cloggies. Hoera!
There was a hoopoe in my garden yesterday
I can't beat that. Saw cranes yesterday though.
Red kites for me yesterday. Yet again. Boring!
Saw peregrines at Lincoln Cathedral today, via webcam.
Today I handed in my notice at work
[NJ] Congratulations!
[INJ] Bold step. What's next, young man? (Apart from making up for other's shortfalls)
[Pen] 'Young man'!? - I'm taking (slightly) early retirement.
Needed eight words. 'Sir', too formal. 'Old', rude.
Hoopoe confirmed as 35th ever sighting in Derbyshire
35th ever bird in Derbyshire? That many? Really?
What exactly constitutes an individual sighting? Serious question.
Oh, come on, you never ask serious questions. :-)
[CdM] Too complex for here - see banter page.
[CdM] So serious it warranted precisely eight words!
I'll use eight words if the occasion demands. If.
Eight words is easy for others. Not you?
I bet CdM thinks he's really cool.
What're the most famous eight words in history?
We will fight them on the beaches. Yeah.
Were you a mod or a rocker, pen?
"To be or not to be? That is"
Body: woman (meek, feeble); stomach: man (hairy, beer)
Four score and seven years ago our forefathers
Let them eat cake, cake, and more cake.
In the beginning were the Words. Eight Words.
The moment one learns English, complications set in.
Please don't say that to a foreign doctor.
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold
He would say that, wouldn't he, your honour?
Mandy Rice-Davies is not quite your type, pen.
Legitimate travelling, or just Bermuda tax domiciling days?
Monday... Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. Then... Saturday, Sunday!
Sometimes the weekend should last all week long.
Like each move here's eight words - Eight Days!
OK, done Friday morning. Next: attack Friday afternoon!
Miles and miles and miles of boxes. Help.
Shall I add yet another mile of boxes?
You need some ribbons and bows for them.
Please, God, no. I can't find anything anymore.
Situation critical. Citronella candle keeps going out. Mozzieeessssssss...
Are the mozzies weeing on it or sunnink?
Kamikazi mozzies dive-bombing the guttering flame..... what larks!
I wonder what proportion survive this suicidal megathermality.
Is anyone else watching the tennis? No? OK.
Well actually, I was. I watch much sport.
The people here are turning themselves inside out.
Inside out and falling through ceilings? Sounds dangerous!
What can I say? My workplace is exciting.
Catnip oil keeps mozzies away from your skin.
Isn't catnip oil a Potion of Summoning Felines?
Let's treat this game to some July posts.
Bright sunshine plus "dress down Friday" equals shorts :)
The heat makes me feel like I'm melting.
Here, casual Friday usually means wearing no tie.
Can you get away with wearing no pants?
Ask me again on Friday evening, we'll see.
Do Brits still use "trousers," rather than "pants?"
Yes. And we're always 'Britons', not Brits. Ithengyew.
Many of us use both. Trousers over pants.
Actually, some of us are Brits. But don't tell pen.
Pants are more often undergarments for both sexes.
According to the OED, it's a young herring.
And Brit meaning 'Briton' is third definition down
Reminds me of NOTW and The Sun so...
never use it about myself. Awful ugly abbreviation!
Britons were displaced by Anglo-Saxons. How about Britisher?
[Phil - Bless you!] My shiny new grand-daughter sneezed fifteen times yesterday.
[Chalks] That's almost a whole years-worth in one go.
My shiny new grand-daughter is in New Zealand.
[Software] That's about as far as possible from Jersey.
Six drafts. Now number seven gets underway.
6 drafts? You'r quite a boozer, aren't you?
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