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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 the furrows don't stay where they're ploughed.
I'm adding a comment here for no reason.
That statement defies its own logic, doesn't it?
I'm adding a currant here for no raisins.
Happy New Year!
And the same to you.
My keyboard is all smeared with coconut oil.
Not being naughty in the office, are we?
The painful truth; seasonal excema, defies cortisone cream. :o(
I have some coconut oil -- must try it.
Is it any good for trombone slide lubrication?
I find it stops my coconuts from chaffing.
[Rosie] You'll be playing all the Copacobana tunes.
I can only play The Girl From Ipanema.
But not The Boy From New York City?
I can do this screamer at half pace.
[Rosie] Go on then. Don't blow a gasket!
A nine millimetre snowdrift appeared outside my house. ?
Please keep me away from the news today.
pen, I've become a newsphobe since May's promotion.
(pen) Got any gaskets, then? There are limits.
I'm going back to bed and staying there.
Is this a form of hibernation, then, Superman?
Yes, it's the next step in human evolution.
My mouth has evolved into a cereal port.
How long can we possibly avoid the inevitable?
For as long as your toothache is bearable.
For as long as I still have teeth.
I haven't eaten cereal in about 6 months =(
Alas for [Tuj], the bears steal his porridge!
My local supermarkets have stopped selling Weetabix. Brexit!
Brexit? Well, f***s it up if nothing else.
Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday yay!
My opinion doesn't count. Probably best that way.
My opinion doesn't count. Probably best that way.
Friday pizza cake Friday pizza cake double yay!
Sunday afternoon. Wasted most of it asleep. Bugger.
Monday morning sunshine! Stuck in the office. Bugger.
Monday morning rain. Snug in the office. Smug.
Monday morning, retired, lazing at home, even smugger.
Aching shoulders, arms. But in a good way.
[Raak] Have you been lifting pretty ballerinas again?
[pen] Just beating on drums the whole day.
What goes with fried onions? A friend asks.
Liver. Sausages. Bacon. Black pudding. More fried onions.
Steak, hot dogs, more hot dogs. Damn. Hungry.
Your appetite appears insatiable, pen. Is this good?
[Rosie] Absolutely not. I'm a fat bloater, curses.
Never thought of you as a fish, pen.
The pen fish is mightier than the swordfish.
Nobody has made a comment for two weeks.
Except you. You broke the radio silence, Softers.
If we're very quiet, that might mend it.
Such an approach requires elimination of the flatulent.
pen, did I transgress in some obscure way?
Incoming! This message will self-destruct in five seconds.
[Bismarck] Your message may have a faulty fuse.
Don't touch it! It might still go off!
My wholemeal rolls have gone off, but quietly.
Longer life wholemeal. Kept cryogenically frozen, for ever.
They're not "off", they have a freshness difference.
I wouldn't try that approach with chicken nuggets.
Nor mussels, definitely not with mussels, oh, no.
My home-made chicken liver pate was off immediately.
And so was I. Anyone need a purge?
After Brexit, all communications will be reduced by
The early worm is caught by the bird.
Birds are sharp; especially their pointy little beaks.
The dawn chorus is in E flat major.
I didn't know the dickybirds played alto sax.
The birds outside my window play fowl music.
Ta-dum, ta-dum, ta-tee and I've forgotten the rest.
Not just the rest but the key change.
I'm not changing keys. Mine still open doors.
They won't open my back door - it's stuck.
Have you tried some sort of greasy lubricant?
Rosie, you didn't glue the front door, too?
(pen) It sags. Cheap 'n' nasty from B&Q (one word).
France apparently voted for a macaroon as president.
[Bismarck] Preferable to a biro that works underwater.
Brexit friends coming for the weekend. Shit fuck.
That's the "entertainment" you're putting on, pen?
The Eurovision Song Contest has been and gone.
Has it? I did not really notice it.
It's been chucking it down here all day.
Muggy but dry here. It was 30c yesterday.
Oh the joy of the decaffeinated vole dance!
The caffeine content of voles is quite remarkable.
Makes them jump over composers. Vole Over Beethoven!
*fixes a vole where the rain gets in*
Italian voles can fly, caffeinated or otherwise. Volare!.
Fixing a vole? Isn't that by The Beatles?
Revolver is by the Beatles. I remember it.
Volvic. Ideal for voles with a blocked nose.
Volvo. Ideal for transporting large numbers of rodents.
Evolution, or the development of Vole mark 2.
Voluntary. To ask the vole to hurry up.
Alcovolism, a terrible trend among the gnawing youth.
Voles never need to wear spectacles — nolens volens.
Is it the weekend yet? How much longer?
A couple of days need to go by.
I wonder if voles look forward to weekends?
Most voles support Sunderland, so I doubt it.
The vole weekend runs from November to March.
This proves that voles are of Australian origin.
Hot. Rug under shady tree, watermelon. No voles.
Hot rug. Under shadytree? Water me lonno voles.
Watermelons can swing like mad. Just get this.
So do cement mixers; a favourite of Pater's.
Compared with that, my playing is crap, alas.
My playing is like a cement mixer's, alas.
I can play the cement mixer - musique concrete.
He who pays the builder, calls the tune.
Music for plumbers. Sounds ideal for tap dancing.
There was once a group called The Scaffold.
Didn't they hymn the virtues of capital punishment?
You want to get ahead? Get a guillotine.
Are pesky seabirds annoying you? Get a gullotine.
Is the guillemot a seabird which headed off?
Guillotine motion in the Commons: A good idea!
Whose head shall roll? Such a wonderful choice.
Head rolls? I prefer bacon butties, sans ketchup.
You are teasing my taste buds now, pen.
Friday. FRIDAY! Do you know what that means?
Your devices are buggered, yesterday being THOR's day,
But today is Wednesday, and it's nearly lunch.
...Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack; Thursday never looking back...
Your British Friday comes before our American Friday.
American fry day means we eat French fries.
Chunky chips or French fries? Which is better?
Mmmm. A tough choice. Can I have both?
Mayonnaise, ketchup, brown sauce or salt and vinegar?
It's Saturday, I'm on hols and I'm working.
Is not all of life, the great work?
"My heart is in the work", said Carnegie.
"My work is in the heart". (Christiaan Barnard).
Ergo, the work equals the groove (Deee-lite, Bootsy).
"Heart is work and work is heart." (Physics)
That would be the first law of thermodynamics,
At the third beep, it will be Friday.
I hear no beep; this man is mad.
I am as sane as the next man!
As far as I know, he's mad too.
Mad people are simply those you don't know.
Friends are the ones who share your madness.
Close friends are the ones who cause it.
Another rainy Saturday. This really isn't good enough.
Rain, rain, go away, come again on Sunday.
[Superman] Your fault the Southern Vipers lost today?!
Another Wembley victory for My Lot, I crow.
That makes you one of those London Welsh?
Currently I'm eating bangers and chips... crazy huh?
Currently I'm eating bangers and chips... crazy huh?
Two plates and bangers and chips please, waiter.
Will madame take the Lincolnshire or the Cumberland?
[Bis] The lesser of two evils, or wurst.
[pen] Shouldn't that be comparative and not superlative?
Pay day and wedding anniversary. My cup overflows.
But husband had a dental mauling this morning.
(Superman) Yes, but a Chelsea supporter for sixty years.
(Giertrud) Clearly those sausages are repeating on you.
I don't know why that line posted twice!
Today is the day. Tonight is the night.
(Busmarck) Are you on a promise or something?
Deadline day Announcement: Chelsea did not sign Bismarck.
Football schmootball. It's autumn! Best time of year.
It's Friday again. That went very quickly.
Tuesday special: Peas, grilled mackerel and baked potatoes.
I should probably go grab my epi-pen, then.
No Friday message from pen - is something wrong?
Friday's message is approximately three days late. Soz.
Maybe you could do a few in advance?
Will we have to retreat after we advance?
Bees breeze May's maze before beef awes me.
Two weeks have passed. Doesn't time fly when...
...you are trying to find eight words that...
...express succinctly, yet clearly, that which you wish...
... were true, but owing to the lamentable state ....
...of things, coupled with self-imposed octo-verbal asceticism, only...
...serve...
lunches between 12 and 2, teas from five.
Phew, that was quite a long eight word ...
peregrination through the farther reaches of le huitisme.
Shurely le huitisme must include the friendly octopus.
I have not worn my surgical stockings today.
My second-best truss is on the writing table.
Thanks for your support. I'll always wear it.
So who wore your surgical stockings today, Tuj?
Not me. I just word nylons and suspenders.
Does The Morniverse really need a pantomime dame?
…I feel like everyone is looking at me.
Oh no they're not! He's behind you!
My attention has been diverted by a leopard.
Can't be me...my fursona is a skunk.
Speaking of which, how is Projoy these days?
Alive, AFAIK. Posts occasionally.
He's alive and well. We tweeted last night.
Is that what it's called these days, then.
[Rosie] I suppose so. *Tweets regularly and often*
Bloody Christmas muzak in all the shops already.
I wish it couldn't be Christmas every day.
"Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'?" Cheeses, no.
Well, now I want to change the subject.
I don't like losing my voice, at all.
I've looked everywhere and can't find it, KagomeShuko.
Look! There it is! Go stop it, quickly!
It turned out to be only an echo.
to be only an echo. only an echo.
If only Monday was an echo of Saturday.
You can say that again, pen. Bloody traffic!
Decent covering of snow this morning. Now thaw.
(pen) Same here in the Elevated Surrey Desert.
House tidy, presents wrapped. Shame we'll be away.
Too late for any more Xmas shopping now.
Merry Christmas. Hanukkah's been over for a while.
Too many mince pies. I'm farting currants now.
This can only mean they pass through unchanged.
This is metaphorical of an esoteric spiritual truth.
I’ve had enough of unchanged raisins. Long story.
Today's positive: It's actually a sunny Monday morning.
The sun dazzled me whilst driving to hospital.
And yesterday was a sunny beaut. Today's glum.
The sun has got its hat on today.
The moon, though, is happy to parade starkers.
It is Mardi Gras season here in Louisiana.
All these days that turn into seasons... Sigh...
My car's MOT repairs will cost a mint.
I wonder if you drive a Volkswagen Polo?
Moving slowly in a high-speed train through France.
That’s quite some achievement. A real brake through.
Three inches of snow was all it took, Pen.
French snow falls in centimetres not inches, innit?
We're expecting snow this afternoon. Three centimentres, misschien
Meeting with lunch soon. Lunch yay! Meeting yuk...
Have we run out of eight word sentences?
[Boolbar] It doesn't matter. There are other ways.
Like two of four. That's the terse version.
Four of two, though, is taking the piss.
Is it? Should I? Best not. Bye now!
Extremes? Visited. Regrets? Pending. Steam? Out. Um. Of.
Watching University Challenge completely undermines my self-esteem.
I find Only Connect has the same effect.
For me it's just being alive! Oh well.
That's why I watch them when I'm ironing.
Tidily folded things means a small achievement achieved.
Clothes origami is more fun than it sounds.
Clothes origami is less fun than it sounds.
I was quick at origami. Like creased lightning.
Plenty ackers. Origami backwards is "I'm a giro".
I’m sitting in the car outside the windmill.
Memo to pen - next windmill with a garage.
I've just finished a 120-hour working fortnight. Ouch.
Not as painful as so many hours of job searching.
Don’t chop chillies and then poke your eye.
Nor peel potatoes and lacerate your finger.
Likewise, grated carrots should not be stained red...
Carrots never used to be orange in color.
So, I wonder, what colour were they, then?
Black and White, as was everything until 1936.
I think the colour palette also included sepia.
Nah, stuff just went brown with age, surely?
I wish that were true of my beard.
Odd. My hair greys but my beard blackens.
Pigment drains downwards. (Nobody look at their feet!)
Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs.
Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz. Innit.
I am jolly vexed with Scrabble rack NPFQUZG.
[Boolbar] Pug? Fun? Gun? Fug? Pun? Up? Gnu?
"Permanence" comprises all the eight principles of Yong.
I somehow think Boolbar was taking the piss.
There are over 300 American people named "Abcde".
I'd like to know how they pronounce that.
"Absidy" - Dave Gorman did a thing about it.
Ho! What news from Brecknock this fine morn?
I am up way too late, once again.
I woke early. Still managed to be late.
Americans say "It's five o'clock somewhere..." (then drink).
Seussical, Jr. was my local entertainment last night.
I woke up today full of Joyce's offspring.
Is it lunchtime yet? I'm flipping starving, mate.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Nine.
You've been promoted from Graf to Count? Congrats.
Four day week then a week off. Spiffing.
Working in the Lake District this week. Bliss.
I sweat like a pig in this weather
I went to work. Unexpected holiday. Came home.
I should be writing a paper for class.
[KagomeShuko] Write it in eight word chunks, maybe?
Unexpected holiday? Does not compute. 'Highly anticipated', shurly?
Another eight words for today. Here you go.
Has anyone here ever actually been to Bal-ham?
Gateway to the south where the honey's off?
The very place. There's a jazz pub there.
I've been to the city of Nashville, Tennessee.
And the next line of your song is ...?
A quiet week. Is nobody outraged at anything?
I reckon "Outrage fatigue" might be a thing...
I've been angry for two years and counting.
What were you before two years ago, pen?
An EU citizen with guaranteed freedom of movement.
(pen) We, by contrast, wear the Brexit straitjacket.
Brexit? Just don't get me started on that!
Steady Softers. I'm two years angry and counting.
What magic potion shall pacify thy troubled soul?
[Rosie] I'll have a gin and tonic, thanks.
I'm writing 20 Tweets. For work. Not fun.
I'm enjoying my new job - even the commute!
[Simons] You sound surprised! What are you doing?
[Pen] Technical writing, and surprised by the commute part.
[Simons] Describe the commute! You have eight words...
Two one-hour train journeys, relaxing, looking at trees.
Apologies for shouting - my bolding habit's rather ingrained.
We all get bolder with age. Nowt new.
A day of respite from the heat wave!
No respite from the canonisation of Gareth Southgate.
I wasn't expecting football to come home, TBH.
Football is not in favour of Brexit, obvs.
Who else is not going home anytime soon?
Well, for one there's the Spirit Mars rover.
Anyone having anything really interesting for lunch today?
Ostrich and walnut salad with a mint dressing.
My lawn has turned to concrete and straw.
Spotted it!!!

Wait. Wrong game; sorry.

As you were.
[CdM] The Bird awaits its game creation on OrangeMC.
They're summarizing films as limericks over on Reddit.
Meteorological records OK but it makes me knackered.
Awestruck ostrich. I like the sound of that.
Awesome sandwich. I like the sound of that.
Things are not as they seem, said I.
Maybe you are under the influence of substances.
There certainly seem to be some substantial influences...
I had an awesome cheesesteak the other day.
Thank goodness for the fact that interjections exist.
Are the influential influences influenced by influential fluids?
Why on earth do people buy bottled water?
For the free reusable bottle it comes with.
The tap water in Lake Charles tastes gross.
Tap water and you will make some ripples.
Was that an underwater tap for drinking from?
Hmmmm. More Brexit bollocks from Boris Johnson's pen.
There's no business like show business, except Brexit.
I haven't turned on my central heating yet.
I don't want to arouse my central heating!
*filth alert* Mine arouses itself. It's a bit of a wanker.
Mine arouses itself. It's a bit of a wanker.
Er, ignore the last entry.
Ignorance is bliss, or so they do say.
Fortunately, I have never heard that phrase before.
It's just a phrase I am going through.
But is bliss just a form of ignorance?
In the duty-free at Folkestone - the Chanel Tunnel...
Mmmm. Duty free? Are you in the future?
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...
I saw the first snow of winter today.
I just finished a year-old box of paklava.
Upcoming first trip to London in 10 months.
Socially distanced Tantra, Titian, Artemisia, Gesualdo, and Sin.
Are you okay Raak? I'm just slightly worried...
[Pablo] Relax, he's gone all ...arty on us.
The excitement of my life knows no bounds.
As does a kangaroo standing in super glue.
Which made me laugh out loud - cheers Boolbar
Actually, I haven't had any mince pies yet.
I've just been sent four in the post.
A week to go. Start on the booze.
I think I've just finished working in 2020.
I finished working a long time before that.
So did I. Pass the bottle opener, please.
I need to find a new job. now.
The Bluebell Railway is looking for engine drivers.
Hidden text(KS) Can't quite see you on the footplate but I hope you find something soon. Being jobless is bad news
I've 11 days work to go in 2020.
I finished work for the year last Friday.
All this talk about work makes me thirsty.
I fancy a little bit of cheese: Wensleydale.
I fancy a lot of cheese. Port Salut.
A little bit of bread and no cheese.
Are you trying to give me the bird?
[Softers] Just a pear tree. With no partridge.
The first eight words of 2021 have arrived.
I hope they don't include "Brexit" or "Covid".
Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid...
Covid Covid Covid Covid Vaccine Vaccine...A MUTANT!
We must burn down more five G towers!
I don't think 5G towers are very combustible.
You have to fire a Qanon at them.
So what dreadful news can we expect now?
Trump declares an emergency and suspends Inauguration Day.
The Covid vaccines prove fatal in three months.
A deadlier virus escapes from the Wuhan lab.
The Earth's magnetic poles begin to flip over.
Aliens arrive, who see us only as food.
All the bees die and no-one knows why.
Jesus returns, takes one look, leaves in disgust.
Wolves, raised in a laboratory to superintelligence, escape.
Antinatalists release a virus designed to sterilise everyone.
India and China have a brief nuclear war.
Skarl the drummer ceases to beat his drum.
Waitrose, Sanderstead, have run out of blackcurrant cheesecake.
Iä! Iä! Ph'nglui mglw'nfah Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
Putin annexes the remnants of India and China.
Trump and Putin get into bed together. Literally.
Putin annexes the Waitrose cheesecake aisle in Sanderstead.
Has Armageddon arrived while I was not watching?
"And I saw, and behold a white horse."
Raak, how many coffees did you have yesterday?
"And the name of that horse was 'Binky'."
Alas, the coffee runs out, the vision fades.
I'm quite exhausted and it's only the 15th
Try retirement, like me and Rosie, you know.
I'm remodelling my home office. Another 17 years...
That's got to be a blockbuster movie, Raak.
I like reruns of the Blockbusters game show.
Do you watch it by renting the video?
"I'll have a P please Bob" *Guffaws memorably*
Well, nobody has posted since penelope nineteenth January.
Pen's memorable guffaw has quite simply destroyed us.
Sorry about that folks. Now I'm straight faced.
Friday at last. Any giggles to be had?
Friday? Is it Friday, Rosie? Just another day.
Haha! Haha ha haha ha. Haha ha... bonk.
I must find an aisle to roll in.
It's Saturday, for all the difference it makes.
Bonkbonk! Bonkbonk bonk bonkbonk bonk. Bonkbonk bonk... ha.
Can anyone help Tuj? Or even want to?
Sexual frustration in males (I assume) is terrible.
If you've nothing useful to say, try surreality?
An ox in shott or head of leather?
One is the result of the other...
A game of consequences. Life's like that, innit?
Feeble attempt at County punditry * .. whoosh - over heads*
Got the punditry but had no worthy retorts.
Yup I need to cease conjuring wordgames from nothing
Some friends and family are understandably disowning me
Not over my head, Chalky. Keep it up.
Yesterday, a joke went over a friend's head.
We move in elevated comic circles. What fun.
Let's drop our standards and go dirt low
Bleed'n' 'ell, I fought you was a lady.
We'll let that roll off into the distance.
Balls roll well when the ground's not frozen.
Surely even better when the ground is frozen.
Especially those balls belonging to a brass monkey.
The weather has now taken a warmer turn.
I thought the heat was just my age.
Eighty in the shade, pen? Don't believe you.
Am I eighty in Fahrenheit or Celsius? Important!
And how does that translate into dog degrees?
Dogs always have masters, never bachelors or PhDs.
[pen] Applau, applau, applau, and one more applau.
Dogs are much better educated than I'd thought!
How well did you think dogs were educated?
I thought they mostly stopped with obedience school.
The purebreds on to Barking and Dogenham College
Long old day. Had enough. Turning laptop off.
In the transhuman future, laptop turns you off.
[Raak] You're a ray of sunshine today. *Click*
Sunshine does not come out until the dawn
And in most of Britain not even then.
What comes out in Britain is best avoided
English winter ends in July; recommences August. (Byron)
July in Welsh is Gorffenaf, "end of summer".
British Summer is a random week in May.
The hay fever season is February and March.
Louisiana fall is a random day in winter.
Would those all be things that happen... outside?
Bismarck, how long since you saw real daylight?
Well, not since that accident with Uncle Vlad.
[Bismarck] I think you got away with it.
Sometimes the inside is nicer than the outside.
This is indeed true of ripe juicy pomegranates
But not so true of secretly rotten potatoes
Speaking of rotten, hello everyone; I still live.
Stands Pittsburgh as of yore? Good to hear.
Dr Q - the man who knew .. techie stuff :^)
The Guy With Compupter Know-How - a great song
Those words nicely fit The Eton Boating Song.
Today I have The Rage. Nothing shifts it.
(Apart from hurling work laptop out the window)
I heard that defenestration is all the rage.
(pen) Are you French? La rage is rabies.
[Rosie] Mais non otherwise I'd speak in italics.
That would be a most interesting sound, pen.
You have to lean in to hear it.
Only when you're masking your discernible Tuscan dialect
[Chalky] Surely pen would speak in double Dutch?
Single Dutch is difficult enough in my experience.
Is a Swedish accent able to help anything?
Bork bork? Bork bork bork! Bork bork. Bork.
Borg borg? Borg borg borg! Resistance is futile.
In that case try capacitance. Much more elegant.
Agreed. Nothing like ingesting a few good farads.
Don't try it. A farad is absolutely huge.
Quite so, Rosie, but perhaps Pablo is electrolytic.
Some Henrys would make good farad ingesters.
Ingesting farads is just taking the Michael surely
Are farads nice served with a hot sauce?
[Bismark], Those are the cutest vacuums I've seen!
Farads do go well with a warm tesla
We haven't had eight words since last week.
Well, pen, I've got a new digital piano.
I thought all pianos were played with fingers.
They can be played with anything. Ask Liszt.
I play mine with a glass of cabernet
Both of ours when the neighbours are out
Have we run out of eight word topics?
Hardly, m'dear, there is much more to come.
Why are the voters of Hartlepool so stupid?
I don't know. Perhaps they just lost hope.
Hartlepool minus "h", "o", "p", "e" equals artlol
It could equally be interpreted as "a troll".
If they are anything like residents of Hooterville . . .
Is Hooterville the American equivalent of Ambridge, possibly?
This fist's takin' a one-way trip to Hooterville!
I have absolutely no idea what Tuj means.
I think Tuj wants to punch somebody's nose.
I thought it might be about Hooters restaurants.
[Bool] Ta! Didn't have the word count to
[Tuj] Yes, this eight word limit is rather
restricting. Is that what you meant to say?
[Softers] I think you've hit the nail on
The Head of Octology is not amused, unsurprisingly
[Rosie] Not really. It's a much sillier place.
An hour of Dutch conversation class. About Eurovision....
I have absolutely nothing to say about that.
There's no point to the Eurovision Song Contest.
An opportunity to indulge in mocking. Useful, surely?
Not when everyone else takes it more seriously.
Especially with the UK up its own arse.
We must keep up our nul points record!
You must be a supporter of Sheffield United.
I must stop finishing every glowworm. Bad habit.
This world does not have enough glow worms.
Hidden text I remember the first time I ever saw glow-worms which was in the USA somewhere near Cleveland and it was quite magical.
Glow worms are larvae of mosquito like flies.
[Rosie] No - oddly enough I'm often in Sheffield
Apparently there's a Sheffieldstraat in Rotterdam. Joins Glasgowstraat.
How on earth do they pronounce them, pen?
There's a Sheffield Road in Rotherham, as well.
Naturally. They are only a few miles apart.
Every South Yorkshire town has a Sheffield Road
Is that Yorkshire for "Every cloud... ...silver lining"?
Just checking: everyone had ice cream this week?
Not me. I'd rather eat nice juicy berries.
[pen] I indulged myself with an Oreo cornetto.
I ate lots of cookies, not ice cream.
For those that haven't, I had two yesterday.
Ice cream? I think I prefer a beer.
For your sanity, do not mix the two.
But, Frozen Pints sells Craft Beer Ice Cream.
Nothing would persuade me to buy that stuff.
Watching online graduation ceremony, end of week treat.
A treat but only up to a degree.
*clap clap clap clap clap clap clap*
That's a clap you owe us, CdM mate.
[Pablo] I guess CdM got rather clapped out.
I have a reputation to uphold.
Never mind. Gives me a couple extra to use here.
Surely the wordcount is not a transferable quantity.
I've just borrowed eight words for use later.
Roadworks outside my home office. No peace anywhere.
Ditto. Although my home studio is out back.
You mean you have to commute to Australia?
Out tonight. First time for 18 months. Wahoooooooooo!
Well go on, do tell (if you're back)!
Colleague moved nearby. Scones and tea au jardin.
My friend can't come see me this weekend.
Would it be terribly intrusive to ask why?
The statement begs the question in a forum.
She was not feeling well, so stayed home.
I think I got away with it. Hurrah!
No side-effects from second vaccination. Am finally double-Pfizered.
[pen] you did better than me with that.
Although that makes me wonder if it's working...
Weekend, folks! Plans? Good newses? Positive check-ins? Hurrahs?
Baroque concerts (hurrah!), taiko class, artistic composition class.
I loafed, ate chips, made jam, did ironing.
Loafed? A latter-day term for "ate bread"?
I've been double Pfizered. Felt blah next day.
[KagS] Good that you're done. I Pfelt Pfine afterwards.
Still three 'narf weeks 'til my second course.
Despite having had Covid, second jab also taken.
My jabs have matured, going to France tomorrow!
[pen] well done. We're in France in September.
I wouldn't touch France with a barge pole.
I wouldn't touch Poland with a French baguette.
An overbaked baguette is a pretty fearsome weapon.
But the penne is mightier than the sauce.
"Vermicelli"? Stringed instruments infested with rats, I'm told.
Pentre bach yng Nghymru yw Tal-y-ban.
Food crime: stabbed with a piece of Parmesan.
[Rosie] Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu yng Nghymru wgah'nagl fhtagn.
(Raak) If you say so, my good man.
[Rosie] Are you channeling Bluebottle, my good man?
(pen) Not consciously, m'dear, but as I heard it all first time round it could be in there somewhere, along with lurgi of course.
[Rosie] I guess that you have been sponned.
Yes, but I haven't fallen in the water.
[Rosie] Three moves at once. That's so Bohemian!
(Bools) Four, mate, positively Moldovan. Please keep up.
Dunno about you but I'm ready for autumn.
Are you feeling mellow and fruity, dear lady?
Harvest-fattened and mellow, if that's what you mean.
Should we interpret this self-assessment with satire?
Actually I've lost weight. Dog walking, smaller portions.
So your husky has shrunk in the wash?
No, I usually wear a Barbour for walking.
I walked to the barber two days ago.
So did I. And I regret it now.
Was the barber in Blaenau Ffestiniog or something?
[Rosie] Are you thinking of Shaun the Sheep?
[Rosie, penelope) Or quite possibly Shorn the sheep?
You will be slated for those remarks, ladies.
Always enjoy being recognised as a lady, Rosie :^)
Which definition of 'slated' Rosie? Uk or US?
(pen) UK. 'Twas a joke.. I dunno.. 'Dwn i'n gwbod.
[Rosie] I see. I'm Google Translate's best customer.
(pen) Cymraeg o'r Gwgl? Paid! Pentwr cachu ydy.
L' y'a longtemps qu'jé n'vos avais pon veu.
Colloquial Welsh is one thing, colloquial French another.
Ark at ee - out west's a proper job
I'd do colloquial Australian but no-one would understand
Ooh, I dunno, we've all watched Monty Python
All? Are you absolutely sure about that Rosie?
I can't help it if you weren't born.
Surely everyone knows about the dead parrot sketch?
T'was on the TV by the exploding penguin.
Penguin and parrot will be partners in mortality.
And dictionary neighbours, along with pangolin and panther.
Back to Blighty tomorrow. Mother's 80th. Family reunion.
Back home. Three days of cake and champagne.
Back on the lettuce and water diet, pen?
Were there any problems with the Covid passport?
None at all. Only Stena asked for it.
Terribly overexcited to see the fun continues online.
(nights) Reassuring isn't it? Great to see you
Builders building at eight on a Saturday. Sigh.
Lucky that you can find bnuilders since Brexit.
That's a huge finger you've got there, mate.
I only wish they were building for me.
nights, have you thought of selfbuilding with Lego?
That sounds like a dodgy euphemism to me.
Dodgy euphemism or not; a Lego house? Nah.
I dunno - tiling must be cheaper with Lego?
[Pablo] If you're only 18 inches tall, sure.
[pen] I am - I was struck by a lift
[Pablo] Oh. I was struck by a thought.
I hope you struck back with characteristic feistiness.
Happy New Year, Eight-word-smiths and all the others.
Happy New Year, let's hope it really is.
One week in. So how's it going, folks?
Not so good. My wife broke her foot.
Ouch. Limping along then. What about everyone else?
Feet are unbroken, but not a pretty sight.
[pen] now I have Covid, so not good.
Feet are mullered, but new insoles on order!
Mullered? Didn't know you were a German footballer.
[Softers] Bummer. Hope you don't get it bad.
[pen]how to compare? My throat was sore.
Hope the Covid afflicted are on the mend.
Still have a cough and feeling very heady.
How's everyone doing? Keep taking your vitamins, folks.
The best vitamin for remembering things: Vitamin B4.
Is that 'B4 I forget to take it'?
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?
Don't worry, Holland has plenty of good dykes.
I think you'll find they're actually called dijks
[pen] I was not thinking of water barriers.
[softers] I was ignoring your inappropriate thought processes.
We're moving to another street
All of you?
Such blatant numerical dissonance I have rarely seen.
Kentucky legislating to make pi equal four, maybe?
Pi was three point two in Indiana, 1897.
Ha! I remember when we had REAL constants.
Are you suggesting that current constants are imaginary?
[Chalks] Need to update my ancient Filofax then!
[Rosie] No, just variable, and hence not constant.
That seems to have successfully killed the conversation.
Then shall we start another topic of conversation?
I like hazelnuts. What is your favourite nut?
One without rounded edges. You can undo them.
Cashews are easily the best nuts in existence.
Cashews are not nuts, technically they are drupes.
Chocolate-covered brazils. But also walnuts. And peanut butter.
Only nuts in a date-nut-apple loaf are suitable.
[pen] Change of address is on its way
Are we forgetting pecans? Then shame on us!
Try writing while Chopin's Ballades are being played.
Shurely it depends on who is playing them.
Another month has passed, it'll soon be Christmas.
I'm thinking of a word beginning with P.
Pish! Prime persiflage partially precluding proper purple prose.
Cumulonimbus clouds can congregate continuously, causing certain catastrophe.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Careful, I'll do one in Welsh - all Y's.
Yesterday your young yellow yaks yielded yummy yoghurt.
Perhaps people pursue pleasures precariously practicing private pilates.
Eight days a week. Eight words a month.
This game is, somehow, almost 17 years old!
Somehow [adverb] - in some way; by some means.
Well, well, well. How time does fly, then.
Especially when you don't log in that often!
I burnt my diary. Finally, something to write!
Check the beginning - look how young we were!
[pen] and quite funny back in those days
Are we not still young and funny people?
I am still. I don't move much nowadays.
I got older yesterday. Ate too much cake.
Proficiat! Just in time for the holidays, too.
Happy Belated Greetings dear pen - sorry I'm #rubbishonFacebook
Thanks Chalks. Baked myself a cheesecake to celebrate.
I've never had a baked cheesecake. Just refrigerated.
Cake's not real cake unless it's baked *controversial*
Baked then frozen, like Waitrose blackcurrant cheesecake. Wonderful!
Mmmm baking. But holiday is over, diet time.
There's much talk of food in this game.
I talk it more than eat it nowadays
In that case you should be on telly
[Rosie] When will autumn arrive? I'm too hot.
(pen) That's an unusual remark for a woman.
The heat in Louisiana has caused forest fires.
[Rosie] Most menopausal women chant that mantra incessantly.
[pen] Thought at first you meant KagomeShuko’s comment.
We should ensure to post every three days.
Done!
Well... you've done *something*, not sure it's enough.
I would say that it is heptaverbally deficient.
It's been eight days, people! Pay attention!
Supplementary-word-that-gets-us-back-on-track.
[pen] Sorry, what?
Gaaah! He's done it again!
I think CdM should be lynched tout suite
The weather has changed again, now it's raining.
The weather has changed again, now it's stopped.
The weather has stopped? Are you Chicken Licken?
I have just had a water meter fitted.
Saturday felt like August. Today felt like November.
[Rosie] For monitoring your use or your production?
"It is vitally important to get a receipt."
Here, the "p" is silent, as in bathing.
At my age a p is very frequent.
Just don't get yourself stuck in a q.
P before you get stuck in a lift.
There are more Qs in the ladies, though.
Speak nicely and mind your P's and Q's.
Eat "Ps" with honey; keep them on knife.
All we are saying: give "Ps" a chance
Wishing you a better 2024 than 2023 was.
Happy New Year, everyone! May we start the year as we mean to continue!
Does anyone here live in Pease Pottage, Sussex?
There once was a man from Pease Pottage...
Who lived in a tumbledown cottage (problem looming...)
His roof lay agape (Indeed. How to pad?)
In a circular shape (Just keep going chaps)
So heating consumed a huge wattage
...(The end.)
Nice to be back after a long absence
If only the server code wouldn't rot so.
Does it smell when it goes off, then?
What does bad code smell like? Suggestions please.
I have a bad code, maybe it is 'flu.
Let's have a toast to the absent members.
Is anybody absent? Would you make yourselves known?
I'm not here but I am all there.
I'm all here but I'm not all there.
I'm here, there and everywhere - like a beetle
Chalky, did you not really mean a Beatle?
Chalky works at least eight days a week.
That'll all stop when I'm sixty four, Pen
You'll be eight squared but I'm nine squared.
Eighty-one square feet? Bigger than I thought.
I'm 7.61577310586 squared. Still too long to retirement.
1966 in my view was a vintage year.
You're a rebel just for kicks now
Chalky, you rebel! Did you mean "You are"...?
[Chalky] Chalky! Welcome to the resistance!
And while we're about it have some capacitance.
There doesn't seem to be anything current here
I am still in shock from CdMalky's volt-face.
I do hope none of this is terminal.
Not likely. I'm now on a trans mission.
Watt are you all on about?
If you ask me 'tis a circuitous route indeed
Chalky, I see you are joining the wokerati.
Whoa! Karate can be a very painful pastime.
As is Farnarkling, so I have found out
Ignore the bolding....not properly awake yet begorrah...
Pablo! I didn’t know you weren’t Irish!
I'm not - don't know where that came from
Equally, I am not Welsh, indeed to goodness.
Neither I a Scot, hoots mon
Whereas I am half-Welsh and half-Scottish, Duw Duw the noo.
That places you in the County of Eee-by-Gum
Chalky! You've come so far. No backsliding!
I am divided into three halves, all non-English.
What's your definition of a half? Think again!
(pen) maybe Bismarck is including his other half.
Is it your round? I'll have a half.
This is obviously a game of two halves
Hidden textMy father once had a Latin teacher who said to his class "Will you be listening to me now? The whole of Gaul is divided into three halves." But Rosie was also correct.
Pure bred here. But no Kennel Club certificate
Does that mean that you can go dogging?
As my beloved dog died last week - no :^(
[Chalky] So sorry to hear that. :( Have a *hug*
Are you going to get a new one?
Thanks [CdM]. [RtG] very doubtful
Dog condolences, dear Chalky. Can't imagine losing ours.
My cat was seventeen yesterday.
Still going strong.
So you know its precise birth date, then?
It's her official birthday, I'll have you know.
I fear the worst. I don't fear the best.
My official birthday's in 2003 but nobody's fooled.
I can't be arsed. It's too bleedin' 'ot.
Conservatives collapse, Labour elected, Right Honourable Farage.
Well, now I want that F-bomb displaced off-page...
Happy
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provide
some
assistance.
If there's one person you can count on...
Then it's that bloke who calls himself Abacus
My pal "Fingers" McLone is also very reliable.
I blame entropy. Always have done, always will.
[Superman] What gave you that random thought, mate?
Rogue alpha particle(s) emitted by kryptonite molecule, probably
Kryptonite's not an alpha-emitter. But booze is.
[Rosie] You're right. Apparently kryptonite emits 'vita' particles.
It's Kryp tonite but what about tomorrow nite?
[Rosie] Blud perhaps? Prediction is a mug's game.
[Pen] I find entropy's an easy woe target.
September, and onward towards winter chill and fog.
You'd think. Still sweaty and wearing shorts here.
This must be a most alluring sight, pen
It's still very hot in Southwest Louisiana.
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock. Mr Spock.
Hidden textI am unsure if that is 8 words or 14. Or 11. I have now also learned that in hide tags apostrophes do not work. Which means I sound like Spock.
Illogicality is the opium of the lazy mind.
Not if you try and elucidate its structure.
Does the sun know when it should set?
Whenever it gets that sinking feeling, I suspect.
Well, September at its end, winter upon us.
There is no winter coming soon in Louisiana.
The clocks have gone back exactly sixty minutes!
Not here, they haven’t!
They will soon, though.
No they won’t!
They go forwards at this season down under.
Correct! Because the earth rotates in the opposite direction.
Only because you're looking at it upside down.
Bloody snow, the very cheek of the weather!
The freakin' weather here cannot make up its mind.
Finally, my leaking roof is fixed. Touch wood.
My roof is tiles, not wood - so there.
Freakin' rodents in my house drive me crazy.
I've trouble with my mouse too. New battery.
At last the brandy butter season has begun.
My Christmas cakes are still demanding brandy tots.
Drunken young kids have no place at Christmas
As do Christmas cakes that make unreasonable demands.
They serve the Chieftan o' the pudding race.
Is that the first line of a poem?
No way, who'd start a poem like that?
My sources tell me that it's sick Burns
Read the poetry of his cousin 'Chinese' Burns.
I am popping by, just to say "Hi!"
Hi, thanks for popping in. Happy New Year.
This game always makes me want After Eights.
Surely we need a mint called Exactly Eights?
It'd certainly help me with my portion sizes...
Finished a tin of Quality Street. I win.
Is the prize a tin of Quality Street?
Sadly it's not, just Quality Street withdrawal syndrome.
What? Surely one cannot really withdraw from chocolates?
I heard some advice at bellringing practice today.
"You need another handful up your tail end."
Pull the other one, it's got bells on!
It is good to be back in the Morniverse.
Lola Violet's music makes me a happy person.
Parma Violet sweets make me a happy person.
Parma violents! Violent creams! On my shopping list.
Today, is my birthday, Happy Birthday to me.
May your cake be plentiful and candles few
And of course, may you grow old disgracefully
A fortnight (ish) left for profundity in octets!
Well, I had better make use of it.
Indeed! I'm inspired to even deeper profundity. Um...
In the wise words of the old sage:
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
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