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INTERMISSION Please purchase ice-creams from the foyer while I change the reel on the projector.
15 I've come to watch pornography

Quis condat legitime statuta in civitate

Carpe Diem
Continuing 4 Curly Bevan: It was me who watched Nogood Boyo and Miss Price in Watkins' barn, auntie, and I pawned the ormolu clock before I set sail that night...
16
    [Enter Prince Charming, limping slightly]

  • Prince Charming: Tarnation an' Lawks a-mercy!
  • Graziela: Why hi baby *flutters eyes, straightens dress* I never seen ya walk that ways befower
  • Belle: Who in lan'sakes is this, Sister Woman? Ma Prince is down thayer on the dirt track yonder!
  • Graziela: Oh honey, I jes' wanna bring up a bunch o'kids an' settle down on a great big hacienda ranch...
  • Prince Charming: Weell, I c'n jes' about manage that, 'cept fer the kids...
  • Sebastian: [rushes up brandishing shotgun] Hell, you gonna hev too, boy! Thayer's gonna be a shotgun weddin' goin' down this morra!
  • Prince Charming: I ain't marrying no hell cotton-pickin' two-bit lame-horse whisky-chewin sack o'dirt like thayat! Hot dayamn!
  • Sebastian: What! A'right then. We gotta nother gennleman caller here anyways. How'd ya lak' t' marry m'daughter son?
  • Azulejo: Holy smokes!
  • Belle: Boy howdy! This is grody to the max!
  • Azulejo: Ah'm not shure abouwut thiyus. Can you handle my five-year drinkin' problem an' ma poker nights with ma buddies till 3am ever' night?
  • Belle: Oh lover mine! This is heaven-sent! Let's all move to a squat in Louisiana too!!
  • Prince Charming: Yeah!

Tennessee Williams
The bits of 2 that aren't anything else Gwennie: Boys boys boys, kiss Gwennie where she says, or give me a penny. Prince Charming can kiss me under the dragon at the hacienda. Unless he's a cowardy custard. And if he hasn't got a penny I'll have his bollocks for a pincushion
17
  • Mark Lawson: A lost masterpiece of the Anacreontic ode begins "The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, and drinks and gapes for drink again." The immortal Grecian could just as well have been listening to the previous rendition of "Row, paddle, scull your boat", performed there by the inestimable Charlie Mouse. Bonnie Greer, I assume you were captivated by the rhythmic devices evinced therein?
  • Bonnie Greer: Well, y'know th'frrst thng Ah have t'say is, hell, A'm n't a prrt uv this Engl'sh TV thing, y'know, an' Ah hadn't hrrd uv the Mouse Organ p'rrformers before this so um, c'mparing it w'th Germaine's own rendition uv All That Jazz, hell all I can say is...
  • Mark Lawson: I'm sorry, we had to leave Bonnie's sentence there as I just want a quick reply from Mark Kermode at this point, Mark?
  • Mark Kermode: Yeah, there are two reasons why the piece doesn't quite work as it stands, one is that the mice should have looked where they were going and avoided the slippery patch, and the other is the unconstrained use of CGI animation which quite clearly wouldn't have fooled a five-year-old. That the makers spent almost $100million on the special effects alone is something I find virtually incredible
  • Bonnie Greer: But Mrrk, y're ignrring th'fact th'mice wrre rowing b'ckw'rds into th'kitchen 'n' c'dn't've seen wh're th're going
  • Mark Kermode: The whole thing was a pile of pants and you know it
  • Mark Lawson: I'd like to bring in Tom Paulin at this point, but he's just escorted Germaine into the green room, so we'll move on to Mariella Frostrup
  • Mariella Frostrup: Raargh raargh raargh raargh raargh raargh raargh raargh raargh...
  • Mark Lawson: Well, general consensus from our panel there, it seems the Stilton cheese will run for ever. Kirsty will be back in a while, so let's move on to Topless Mud-Wrestling in Calcutta...

Late (very late) Review of Just a Minim
refurcation of 5 and, er, 5 Polly Garter: I loved a man whose name was Mark / His hair was slick and his clothes were dark / Two yards long, like a bee he kissed / And his favourite film was The Exorcist / He argued loud and he had no fear / Of scary Germaine or Bonnie Greer / But the one I loved best awake or asleep / Was little Tom Paulin and he's six feet deep
18
  • Belle: Why, truth on't, these tidings are unusual to me. Let us not tarry longer, but search out the scoundrel whose impudicity hath resulted in this regrettable lack of bollocks
  • Graziela: Oons, my life. Tis exceeding good to care in such wise. Let us indeed search till not the least cranny is unstopt
  • Azulejo: A man of Wit hath no requirement of bollocks. He toys merely with the twin globes of Rhetorick and Oratory, all else is distraction
  • Sebastian: A man is but a fool to his bollocks, for bollocks are the tools of love in the hands of the gods
  • Azulejo: Or the hands of the bear
  • Sebastian: I fear in a match of wit and intellect, the bear would win every time
  • Belle: A bear is a worthy adversary to a man for both are swayed by honeyed words and thoughts of death
  • Graziela: And can be skewered by the rapier tongue of woman
  • Belle: What fools are we to contend with such savage beasts?
  • Sebastian: I could find it in my heart to marry thee, my Lady, purely to be rid of thee
  • Azulejo: Quite so, my amorous yearnings towards thee are as nothing compared with my deportment against thee
  • Graziela: O sweet Sir, I know you to be Cad and Liar of the first water. How can I trust you with my feelings ifeck?
  • Azulejo: Why lady, do you not know the essence of Truth lies in malice and lying? For that is the inground nature of the Man, and only the most truthful among them dare confess it
  • Graziela: Eternal blessings, my servant! I accept your cruel and unusual offer of marriage
  • Belle: And I to you good coz!

    [Enter Prince Charming, limping painfully]

  • Prince Charming: What's so funny anyway?

Congreve
Being an offshoot of the Williams Lily Smalls: Where'd you get those bollocks Lily? Got em from Prince Charming, silly! Got em from a hairy beary, super strong and very scary. Give em to my two white mice. Paint spots on em to use as dice. Squeeze em till I hear em yell. Then give em back to southern Belle
19 North Greenwich

Two Bakers
The straightforward advance of 6 Mog Edwards: Miss Price, I love you more than all the stars visible from the North Greenwich observatory as I've been told. More than flanelette and calico, candlewick, crash and merino. I'll take you to London I love you so much, and the tills of Harrods shall ring for our wedding
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  • Bert: The fly is a metaphor. [Fly buzzes back in; Bert whacks it with a shoe] I am that fly. Could make a short story out of that
  • Graziela: You know, I could just do with a flame-grilled Pot Noodle at this point. Which is a metaphor for how useless and pathetic my existence has become. I'm in mourning for my life
  • Boleti: You wouldn't prefer a pack of Old Werther's Originals at all?
  • Bert: We must stop moaning and be practical. We need more wood to rebuild the house. A Jewson RSJ would be useful, or some steel bars
  • Graziela: How about Barrs Irn Bru Made in Scotland from Girders? That's the thing we need
  • Boleti: And metaphorically represents the iron fist of the Bolshevik revolution pervading this land. Ah, what I wouldn't give for a Heinemann Edition 1863 Das Kapital. *sighs*

  • Enter Chanterelle, Cep and Morel, on a wagon

  • Chanterelle: Oyez! Oyez! Who wants an old Hewlett Packard DeskJet!
  • Cep: And a vast quantity of Scotts Porage Oats at that? We've fallen on such hard times, what with our brother's catachretic gambling habit and the movements of the Army
  • Morel: Yes, got tired cleaning up after them. You look cold, quick, put on this Manolo Blahnik coat and muffler, and get a bit of L'Oreal Rouge No. 6 on those cheeks!
  • Boleti: Heavens! The approach of Western capitalism is encroaching like rain - no, like a Swarovski Crystal simulacrum of rain!
  • Chanterelle: Won't somebody take this lovely Fujitsu Siemens Amilo A1630?
  • Graziela: Not sure, it must have 3 USB processors and Firewire...
  • Boleti: And I hear they give the user unspeakable nipple creep...
  • Cep: Never mind that - we have this beautiful Christian Lacroix wedding dress, with free Bollinger '68 for the happy occasion.
  • Bert: We must get married. It will represent the union of the prose and the passion, the SkinKindly and the Radox ShowerFresh of our souls
  • Boleti: Darling!
  • Morel: Oh shut up, he's talking to me
  • Graziela: No, he's talking to me! I accept, o shoeless Bert! Have a pair of tan Dr Martens as an engagement gift!

A Chekhovian interface with a Cartier bracelet
Eye of 9 and tongue of 12 Butcher Beynon: Bess, that'd never happen to us. Not for us the rigours of starvation. All Llaregyb is sated with the blood of the butcher's and never asks where it all comes from. And now I'm off to feed the corgies, with my little cleaver...
21 Heathrow Terminal 4, using the Tissue Compression Eliminator to cut young master Tuj down to size, and decreasing Tardis Velocity in a dimensional trap

Vanilla Gallifrey Crescent
10 simmered with the juice of 11 Mrs Beynon: Oh Mr Beynon! Next you'll be telling me we're eating miniaturised aunts from the vice-dens of London! Oh I fear for this village indeed I do
22
    [Bert seizes a smouldering plank from the ruins of the house and proceeds to smash the wreckage repeatedly until the plank snaps. He then finds a shoe and smacks it rhythmically against his own head. Perhaps he wears glasses; if so, the glasses are knocked off and hit Graziela in the eye. Boleti wades in and nuts him. All three assume statue-like poses with frozen stares of horror as Bert speaks]

  • Bert: Fuck this for a laugh. Call this fucking wreckage, you should've seen what my place was like after me 21st. Shit, we was knee-deep in it, we'd put all our boots and chains and knives on, ready for a bit of fun Sat'dy night like, went down and saw the striking bus drivers, gave em suomething to strike about, made a noise like wet beef when they crumpled down in a heap like, fuck it were funny, then down the Roxy, took down a couple of old farts along the way, bunged a couple of sacks of oats at em while we was at it, by what larks we had. Funny

    [Graziela moves. Adopting a spindly crab-like position, she approaches the front of the stage with an expression that simultaneously expresses grief and untold joy. Lighting up a cigarette, possibly Raffles or Berkeley but not Silk Cut, she surveys the wreckage about her and the audience in one movement. "Ooh what a beauty" emanates from an unseen gramophone]

  • Graziela: I'm sick of my house, I'm sick of my family. All it does is make me sick. Fucking sick I said. No company, no husband, no fucking sex. Fuck this for a game of soldiers. I'm going to get a fucking marriage if he kills me. I want some fun, I want oats, I want answers, I want porridge
  • Boleti: Shit, I want this I want the fucking world, daft bint maybe I should fucking marry you, then I'd show you something about the world. This is 1974, what you expect from a transitional period except a bunch of disasters to moan about? [Freezes again in hideous angry position]
  • Graziela: That's settled then

Berkoff
Not to be confused with Chekhov Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard: Cwrw, the young of the day, what they need is the voice of the vacuum and the fume of polish. My virtuous polar sheets and iceberg-white teeth stand testimony to the goodness of self-discipline. Now Mr Ogmore Linoleum and Mr Pritchard, other one, give me your tasks in order
23 Straightening... Bollocks

101 tasteless uses for a Black & Decker workmate
A crude welding of 7&8 Mr Ogmore: I must straighten my bollocks in the drawer marked 'Bollocks.' I must mend the Black&Decker which has a hole down the centre. I must take my balsam which makes everything tasteless. I must remove the 101 fleas on the dachshund by combing which is good for the dog. I must tell the workmate I will be delayed
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  • Prince Charming: Dear sister, it is me!
    Stop reading that infernal commentary
    Made up by some poor journalistic rascal
    And tell me what you're doing in this castle!
    Your education, which is costing tons,
    Is taking place at prep school, run by nuns,
    So pick your baggage up and get back there
    Or else!
  • Meediam: I think, good brother, you don't care.
    Or maybe you should get back on your bear
    And fast become a Foreign Legionnaire!
    Your misanthropic ways I understand.
    There's ne'er a man to trust in all this land
    But tell me why you killed that man at least!
    What's wrong with working as a drag artiste?
  • Prince Charming: I just upheld the oath to which I'm sworn
    To slay all monstrous dragons, and Miss Bourne.
    I found it, as she did, disheartening
    When she began her Ricky Martining.
    I put a stop to livin' la vida loca
    With trusty shield and trustier red-hot poker!
    Enough of this! I've left my erstwhile jailer
    To seek the hand of Princess Graziela
    Despite the cops' insane effrontery
    To make me leave this ignominious country
  • Boleti: And furthermore, your Highness, may I seek
    Your hand some night, in dancing cheek to cheek?
    I hate to make so bold and be so forward...
  • Meediam: You've got less chance with me than a dinosaur would
  • Boleti: That's settled that then

    Enter Graziela and Azulejo (they're the only other ones in this one)

  • Azulejo: Oh your Highness, see!
    I beg your hand in marriage!
  • Meediam: Certainly!
  • Prince Charming: Now Princess Graz, I've now made up my mind
    To take you off and leave this land behind!
    Your things are packed, we'll sneak out past the guard-
    Meediam: Er, dearest brother, that'll be quite hard.
    It says right here in OK magazine
    That Graziela's married some drag queen
    Called Bette Bourne, whose athletic, stocky build
    Was just enough to stop her being killed
    By your long, vicious onslaught
  • Prince Charming: Mercy me!
    I'll take this man apart, in one two three! [does slashing actions]

    Enter Bette Bourne

Moliere (still the pisspoor Bartlett sacrilege)
The merest smidgen of what's left of 2 Mr Pritchard: I must use the French polish on the grime-caked stair-rods. I must put on rubber gloves and repent of my misanthropic tendencies. I must attend the school for husbands which is good for me. I must drag the artistes down to the coal-hole
25 Teleporting from Deserted Isle to Beam Me Down Spotty, to avoid the Attic attack

Jet Set and his Willy
I couldn't get out of it Mrs Dai Bread Two: I see an orangery. And now it's vanished. Ach, the mean old clouds. I see a master bedroom and a hat-bearing little man with big pink lips. He hums an air of Grieg. Now he is dying seven times in furious pain in the priest's hole. He has a wall-eye
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  • Boleti: Listen, Princess to our tale / Filled with grief and woe
  • Prince Charming: Long have we travelled and far / And while riding bear-back
  • Boleti: Yet we strove through foam-flecked streams / For it is written
  • Prince Charming: As the Great Sage was cajoled / By Devadatta
    To save his weary body / By crossing bridges
    And found his path to Kamo / Blocked by his own doubt
  • Meediam: The flower that has fallen / Dreams that Spring is done
    Let us waste no more time here / And move on to tell
    What progress you have both made / Towards nirvana
  • Prince Charming: I am a murderer, true / But as a soldier
    Who took his orders from high / My daimyo father
    Who instructed me to kill / By the Lion Pounce
    And the Tiger Leap as well / And the Duck Hammer
    Boleti: We now seek enlightenment / Through bonds of marriage
    As did Queen Maya long since / And Atsumori
  • Meediam: The world is quickly changing / Fate cannot be guessed
    Your Graziela is wed / To a wand'ring knight
    Called Mark Lawson, who / By Buddha's powers
    Has transported his body / From a diff'rent game
  • Boleti: Ah! this asserts the power / Of the great Buddha,
    Unpredictability / Of the ways of fate
    And how we must never let / Our guard drop at times
    Of greatest passion, which let / The cops drag us in

    Enter Graziela, Azulejo and Mark Lawson

Japanese No drama
Hurtling off from the strains of Moliere Nogood Boyo: Would you like this stream-bedraggled kimono Mrs Dai Bread Two? It was I caught all day in the fast-flighting stream, politely writhing under my fishing tackle. Oh Mrs Bread. I want to be good Boyo, but nobody'll let me.
27 The frinting light beswam the trees
As morning brought the brestling breeze
When Stan the Brunter crocked his skin
And saw the ranxing Tharl come in

Kandra Woods
New furcation Willy Nilly: There's a letter come all the way from Kandra, Mrs Mae Rose Cottage. A ranxing Tharl wants a bed for the night so he can blinge the franking snurls and freem the slobolinks all day and all night. I promise he won't dirty the sheets. He only wants a single bed -- he says
28 Scene 3. Enter two flies

  • Fly: COUGH COUGH HACK GRRAOMPH COUGH
  • Fly: Something wrong?
  • Fly: Not at all, I'm just a hoarse fly.
  • Fly: Well I've seen a house fly...
  • Fly: And I just saw a dragon fly... over that mountain and off to the castle
  • Fly: I think he had a prince on his back, but going so fast it was just a blur
  • Fly: Isn't it always the way, the prints are blurry when they come back? *sigh*
  • Fly: Do you think they were happy?
  • Fly: No, the Prince had a long face - and as for the dragon, well...
  • Fly: Will he get to marry Graziela then?
  • Fly: They'll certainly put the heat on the King to let them now
  • Fly: He's got a burning ambition to do it. Good heavens! The entire left-hand side of the castle has just erupted into flames!
  • Fly: Well, the castle's all right then
  • Fly: Yes, but there's not much left

Oh Yes It Is a Fly on the Wall!
Two parts 12, the rest 9 Alfred Pomeroy Jones: The flies are my only company, my only friends, the only ones to see my tattoos of mermaids, hear my twisted body crack with age and sea-water, feel my earth-wettened skin-hairs crawl with the movements of creatures outside my wood-rotting coffin
29 Oh venerable Gazuga, thy smooth lizard warriors are as wild harts leaping over the mountains, basking only in thy radiance

Gazuga Worshipping
New, but very very old, furcation Utah Watkins: Damn you, you damn gazuga! Get gone away from here you fat ugly wretch! Get him Harry you blind deaf dog! Sit on him, Daisy! Gallop him to death Swiveller! Fall on him you imperturbable clouds, you sky!
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  • Narrator: [in front of curtain] And then Prince Charming knew the dragons'
    Word would be enough.
    They both reminded him about
    That other rascal, Puff
    [Chorus of kids comes on, going "La la la la la la la la la la la..."]
    A kind and gentle dragon, who
    Would never harm a fly
    And so he left to tell his folks
    They'd just eat Shepherds' Pie

  • Chorus: Oh Prince Charming, it's so alarming
    Will your dad be mad?
    Graziella, what'll you tell'er?
    She'll feel bad, not glad [Repeat until scene change is finished]

    Scene 3. Massive big-budget palace throne room, loads of fireworks & special effects

  • King Syze: [who looks like Elton John] Yeah I told you so long ago,
    That the dragon guy had to go
    'Cos I wanted his golden hoard
    So you took ma armour and ma singin' sword
    Now I heard about the rescue sooner
    From ma daaarlin' daughter Laguna
    She returned from the dreaded dragons' lair
    She was ridin' on the back of a grizzly bear, I'm sayin'

    Good killing! You didn't quail
    Or shy, or run, or faint,
    There's not one scratch on your chain-mail
    Hey, I'm gonna make you a saint!
    I bet you've brought a ton of gold
    To end this fine romance
    My only pleasure's my reserves of treasure
    But I just wanna dance! [Gigantic rock-opera dance number]

  • Prince Charming: I say, Majesty - what was that again?
  • King Syze: I bet you've brought a ton of gold
    To end this fine romance
    My only pleasure's my reserves of treasure
    But I just wanna dance! [Entire number again]

  • Narrator: And so Prince Charming had to tell
    The king what he had done
    It cast a blight on all the regal
    Merriment and fun
  • King Syze: Oh useless prince, now all must see
    The coward that you are.
    I almost wrote a eulogy:
    "Prince Charming, Superstar"
    Now you must prove your kingly worth
    By seven years of toil
    You'll spend it digging up the earth
    To prove you're brave, and loyal.

    And I think it's gonna be a long long time
    Till Princess Graziela calls you "Mine"
    You'll never see her til the years are done
    Oh no no no,
    I'm a horrid king [Horrid King!]
    Forcin' you to work out there alone...

  • Narrator: Prince Charming worked out there alone
    For seven fruitless years
    Though never once did he complain
    Or mutter threats, or curse.
    And when the seven years were up
    King Syze called him inside
  • King Syze: It's time to hand out payment, Prince
    It's time to see your bride

    [Prince Charming draws back bride's veil to reveal Douglas Smith as Princess Laguna]

    Douglas Smith: I, Princess Laguna, will be playing
    A heavyweight boxer at the weigh-in
    Or possibly... CLIPCLOPgruntmunchmunchNEIGH!-ing

  • Prince Charming: Oh no, a horse! Quit the incessant braying!
  • King Syze: I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do,
    My gift is my daughter, and this one's for you.
    Graziela's younger, and she's already wed.
    She got bored of waiting, married Boleti instead

    I hope you don't mind
    I hope you don't mind
    That I gave her away
    You should have come in here,
    They got hitched yesterday

    So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do,
    Azulejo was the best man - they were looking for you
    It would have been better if you'd done as you're told
    And slaughtered those dragons way back, and got me my gold

    I hope you don't mind
    I hope you don't mind
    That I gave her away
    You should have come in here,
    They got hitched yesterday

  • Enter Graziela, Boleti, Azulejo and Chorus

Rice/Lloyd Webber
Jetting its way out of the realms of panto Evans the Death: I remember it fifty years gone by, waking up in the snow-spattered village as the prince walked through, everyone in their finest frocks and fineries, dandied up like they'd be meeting their maker, then they caught a sight of his new princess in her shiny wig and earrings, let out a collective crow-splitting scream like the tide of the Apocalypse. Ach, I still wake up screaming to this night
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Small HYPEarthquakes
Continuing 15, in the vein it was intended (reading down as well as across) Rev Eli Jenkins: I never claimed the Pope was myself. All I did was pray for the less than five hundred souls, neither bad nor good, of the village below Llaregyb Hill, until tomorrow when I begin again the corporal works of mercy by bringing jelly and poems to the sick and needy. Look you
Well that's me out of a job . . .
Staggering stuffffff :-)
Gobsmacking. The Berkoff and Rice/Lloyd Webber are especially hilarious, and I love the infections between games. As far as I'm concerned, you win.
You'll notice the plays are all converging on a common ending, though...
...oh and thanks!
MF] nice one... Who's next?
will someone please explain to me what this is all about? I just stumbled on this site while looking for something completely unrelated. It is the strangest site I have ever seen. Please enlighten me. Thank you.
[paul] Well, I'll take that as a compliment, though this particular page may not be the best starting point... Some basic info is here, though you may like to follow some of the links from the front page...
MF] I'd like to apologise for the somewhat blaze statement of appreciation above. Now, I'd rather say: WOW! I've just read the whole thing through again, and it's just so nicely crafted... not so sure on the 'common ending' theme, which seems to be "There's gonna be a wedding, and the King might leave/be replaced". Oh, and even then 6, 8, 14 and 20 can still be set aside. It's the way the number of furcations doubled with barely a bat of an eyelid...
Basically, I'm starting to plan a move, unless someone else already is? If so, best luck to 'em. If not, I'll get right to it.
Thanks for the blaze of glory. If I said what I had in mind as the common ending, it'd probably spoil it for everyon, so here goes... Graziela marries somebody in every play, including 6, 8 and 20. (14 doesn't really count as a play.) I thought, if she does one long speech about "I'm pleased to be getting married", unifying all the styles in some way, it'd do to make the various threads coalesce into a final ending. Hope that doesn't sound too prescriptive, though. I had matt's idea for the final final ending in the back of my mind as well
What was matt's one? Yours seems good, as mine was really just "turn it all into Shakespeare" (due o the great weight of literature of course. Oh, but 20's definitely still separate, mainly 'cause its my favourite. And I've written one's including Furcations 6 and 8 too. And I was going to cross-breed 22 and 30, but I'm not so sure now...
Or should I say "turn it all into Shakespeare" (due to the great weight of literature of course, not 'cause it's easiest).

A Celebrity Commentary: the Good, the Bad and the Tasteless.
An amusing diversion to enhance appreciation of furcations
1, 3
Ozzy Osbourne: Stop waffling and just f___in get on with it! I'm not quite sure how I didn't understand the concept of Celebrity Commentary in my previous move. Anyway, to make it up to Martha Farquar (who was quite dismayed, shall we say), this'll have 2 lots (on the DVD release, not included in special features on VHS). The 'celebrity' part now also comprises the half of previous furcation 3 which isn't now part of Furcation E, namely the tasteless bit: Ozzy Osbourne of course! And the 'commentary' bit, to counteract such forces of evil and darkness, will be provided by Test Match Special. Play on... Radio 4 Announcer:
Well, those of you wishing to continue listening to Insomniac's... sorry, Woman's Hour, that'll now be on FM only. For listeners on long wave, here's Test Match Special.
B Drama: Shakey Shakespeare
The saga continues; bring on the iambic pentameter!
2, 4, 8, 10, 12, 16, 18, 22, 24, 28... 30 to follow
Ozzy Osbourne: That's the whole f___in problem with theatre: a bunch of f___in ponces prancin about speakin in words you can't f___in understand! Eh? It's not the only thing to lose the f___in plot though... [Intermission, during which rab juggles reels of film while penelope and Blob perform the Two Ronnies' Mastermind sketch

Scene 5 or less

At Castle Drogo, where a dual wedding ceremony and a coronation have just taken place. All characters are present, and seated at a huge banquet table.
  • Graziela: [Begins to clear throat, coughs]
    Excuse me, for I've swallowèd a fly
    [Coughs up fly] Ah, there, it clears; I am not going to die!

    Now I am unaccustomed to such speech,
    Despite attempts of courtiers to teach.
    Ere I go on, may I just paraphrase
    The Lut'nist's words, before his kingly days: [Enter Chorus]

    The marriage bed awaits, the curse is dead [Chorus: "Curse is dead!"]
    Both brides and grooms are now joyfully wed [Chorus: "Joyf'ly wed!"]
    Myself and Prince, Meediam, Lutenist [Chorus: "Lutenist!"; Lutenist waves at audience and points at crown he is wearing]
    King Syze exiled, but nah, he won't be missed [Chorus: "Won't be missed", then repeat last line twice, speeding up; exit Chorus]]

    Indeed, King Syze hath taken Hymen's vows
    With Hecate and thus has left this place.
    Alas! But now hath Lutenist been crown'd
    With Meediam his queen; there's no disgrace.

    Le Roi se meurt? Vraiment, le roi se meurt.
    But insomuch as existence has weight,
    With Syze's leave a curse lifts from our land
    King Lutenist's a better head of state.

    And also, by coicidence it seems
    I too have found fulfilment of my dreams
    Prince Charming and Azulejo, you see
    Turned out to be one and the same, lummee!
    And as did Lutenist and Princess Mee-
    -diam, he and I are now hitched, whoopee!

    As if by some collective destiny
    Have gathered husbands-, wives- and kings-to-be
    For Lut'nist a vocation from the blue-
    At least he got to marry Meediam too!

  • Boleti: [semi-aside, if there's such a thing] Aw dang, I'd fancied that girl faw a fling
    We'd've ockerpied a ranch left ba the King. [sighs]
  • Graziela: I feel in some universe parallel
    Tha' you'd've married Meediam as well. [shifty eyed look]

  • Lutenist: Oddly some inevitability
    Hath taken root in other wand'ring story
    As if destiny and love were congregating
    Now let us go disport ourselves with bear baiting!
  • Meediam: Fuck, that can wait 'til you start being king
    Not like fucking old times; this is living!
    We've wedding gifts! Best fucking part of being wed
    Come play with toastrack or this bloody sack instead! [proffers sack marked "OATS"]
  • Prince Charming: The Queen is right - this time must be enjoyed
    It's fair to say the testing times are gorne
    Enjoy it! Don't reflect on such crimes as
    That murd'rous duel in which I slew Bette Bourne.

  • Bored heckler: It's behind you!
  • Prince Charming:Beehind you!!I think that it is not!
    For your opinion is not worth a jot!
  • Bored heckler: Oh yes it is!
  • Prince Charming:Ohe it is!!Now let me make this plain -
    It's not panto! I won't tell you again!

    [An awkward moment, then enter Chorus. Band strikes up for musical-style finale piece]

  • Henry Blofeld: You join us here on the final day of this five day drama, plenty of people in fancy dress around, oh look, one chap's come dressed as a bear! How lovely. A full field of well-wishers, ranging from mid-off to deep mid-wicket, with the best man NIT Boleti at backward short leg and bridesmaids at extra cover. Here comes the bride now! And what excellent delivery she has!
    C Reverse Squeak Piggy Squeak
    The hills are alive with the sound of squeaking.
    5
    Ozzy Osbourne: Sharon! Sharon! The f__in pig's squealin again! *sound of frantic squeals, probably porcine* Jonathan Agnew: Some sort of disturbance at the edge of the field... well, someone's let a pig onto the pitch, here come the stewards to deal with it.
    D Drama: Pinter?
    What's wrong with combining Pinter and bloody stupid questions?
    6, 13
    Ozzy Osbourne: Eh? What the f___?
  • Barry: Err, excuse me...
  • King Syze: Bloody ell, what now?
  • Barry: Err...
  • King Syze: You're not pregnant too, are yer?
  • Barry: Err...
  • King Syze: Well, could yer go ter Sidcup an get me a paper then?
  • Barry: Err...
  • King Syze: Bloody ell, am I the only one ere with a tongue in me head!?
    [exit Barry]
  • Graziela: Weren't you a little harsh on im?
  • King Syze: Yer not pissed are yer?
  • Blowers: Oh look, an aeroplane, our first of the day. A slow-medium aeroplane, coming in from the third man boundary, isn't that fascinating?
    Sir Viv Richards: Err, haven't they just taken a wicket Henry?
    E Carpe Spanklines
    A gruesome hybrid whereby age-old jokes have new punchlines translated from foreign tongues.
    3, 15
    Ozzy Osbourne: Why did the chicken cross the road? Je ne sais f___in pas! Conduct a quiz on legal statutes involving sieves. Well, that'd worry most sheep)
    When is a door not a door? // Jeder Freitag ist ein Tag der guten Tat.
    Aggers: ¿Cómo es eso?
    F Ionesco's Cat
    The dregs of a previous drama collide head-on with feline nostalgia.
    8, 9
    Ozzy Osbourne: Oh f___- GRROOAR!! Right, this'll show 'em. I've been doing my best recently, I've been shedding my hairs everywhere, especially on the King's spare robes. Oh, and I scratched every last cushion on his throne. Funny, though, none of the people in the castle seem to care any more - and I'm sure I've seen some hair and scratches that weren't mine. And more flies...
    Still, you can't beat some good old-fashioned midnight yowling. I'll just squat in this corridor and
    Meeeooooeew! Meeeooooeoeeew!
    MeeeooooewGRRROOOOAAAARRRR!!!!
    Blowers: In comes the bowler, bowls, and... oh that's a lovely shot, placed carefully through the field but with the strength of a bear.
    G Call My 101 Uses For A Black And Decker Workmate
    Exactly what it says on the tin. Can you figure out what it's for?
    11, 23
    Ozzy Osbourne: As I get older, I find a Black and f___in Decker Workmate id the best f___in way to get the head off of a f___in bat before I can f___in chew it.
  • Fiona Bruce: So, having correctly guessed that all 3 definitions were indeed bollocks, it's Alan Coren's team's turn to explain *DING!*
    THE BEST USE FOR A BLACK AND DECKER WORKMATE
    Alan.
  • Alan Coren: Let me take you back to 17th century Italy, the time of Galileo Galilei. Now this gentleman's experiments had a lot of bollocks, I mean, balls, involved - dropping them, rolling them down things and so on. However, his timing methods were based on taking his own pulse, so should a pretty signorina pass by when his balls were dropping his data would be worthless. Now, what he really would've liked would've been an eggtimer, an hourglass, but of course these weren't so widely available then. And the reason? The Black and Decker Workmate didn't get to Italy until 1946. A Black and Decker Workmate is for pinching molten glass to make the pinch to make eggtimers.
  • Minor Celeb #1: San Francisco, 1906. An earthquake, measuring 8.3 on the Richter Scale struck and nearly totally destroyed the city. This, of course, was San Andrea's Fault, or even due to the San Andreas Fault. But why are there no huge chasms in the ground still, like you get in cartoons and cheap films? Well, the answer is that, thanks to their superior strength and grip, the best way to close these gaps was with Black and Decker Workmates. So that's what the early 20th century Californians did.
  • Fiona Bruce: Running out of time, could we have the third definition lightning-fast please, Minor Celebrity #2?
  • Minor Celeb #2: Black and Decker Workmates have no purpose at all. People just buy 'em so they look like they can do DIY, and so we can make jokes about them. Purely ornamental.
  • Christopher Martin- Jenkins: I say, I remember down at Sussex one season, the stumps were caught under the heavy roller, totally destroyed. Or at least one would have thought. But this clever lad, you see, Johnny I think his name was, had one of those new-fangled Black and Decker Workmate things, and he was able to straighten them up again! Mind you, Sussex lost. I was most peeved.
    H Sheridian Sound Charades: Late Review
    Pay careful attention at the back. Film, one word.
    13, 14
    Ozzy Osbourne: Tuj is the worst f___in Sound Charader I've ever f___in seen! He can never f___in guess anything!
  • Kirsty Wark: So, a totally cliched political report followed by an oddly incongruous feature on bear-baiting branded as current affiars. Lady Thick, your view?
  • Lady Thick:Well, I'd surmise that Actons of such a cosine pusilanimous would be adjunctly uncompetitive with modern felicitations!
  • Kirsty Wark: Really?
  • Lady Thick: Quite indistinctly! And the dodecahedral municipality of it all, well! It rutled me to my very installations!
  • Kirsty Wark: And in the absence of Poor John Lovelie, for, um, personal reasons, we can cross over now to King Syze, our senior political critic.
    [Cut to King Syze, holding a cardboard cut-out of a screen surroud in front of him. The camera pans in slightly, attempting to give the impression we are in fact seeing an image of King Syze on an expensive laser display board]
  • King Syze:Well, the vilifications of the... Egad!
    [Cut to Poor John Lovelie as he enters, brandishing a small bowl of custard, from which a low rumbling emanates]
  • Lady Thick: Egad! He's chastising a bowl of porridge!
  • Kirsty Wark: No, don't be daft, it's custard. But why is it emitting a low storm-like sound?
  • Poor John Lovelie: [madly] Cower brief mortals, for this is my...
  • Sir Viv: Yes, well, we had a good time watching a Sheridan play during my last English tour. Still, de language was a little convoluted, no-one talks that way any more, eh Henry?
    Blowers: Of course not, my dear old thing!
    I Farmyard Film Club
    A brand new furcation, where the panellists must devise film titles to amuse shepherds, farmhands and the like. But not bears.

    *

    Ozzy Osbourne: Oh f___in ell, no more animals! Firstly, the Arnold Schwarzenegger vehicle The Germinator. CMJ: I say, what a terrible pun!
    J Describing One Song To The Tune Of Another with the help of a Cartier Bracelet
    Humph rambles on, but what's that on his wrist?
    7, 20
    Ozzy Osbourne: Oh FCUK! ...as the car in front is a Toyota, and therefore Tune 2a, then the removal of the engine of Volkswagen 1a is analogous to the second, or 'other' tune, as played by Colin Cellnet on his Steinway. Of course, I'm sure you're all now thinking 'Where do Black and Decker Workmates or Jacob's Creek wines come into this?' Instead I'm going to answer the question 'Who removes the engine?' Well, personally I'd take the car to Kwikfit to have this done, mainly as it's next door to the One Stop where I buy my Polo mints and a copy of the Independent anyway. However, maybe you know of a Seat garage by the Safeway's where you get some Carlsberg and the Radio Times, but ideally that's beside the point. Don't forget that the main concept to be grasped is... Aggers: In comes the bowler, bowls to the new batsman... and he's out! Caught behind! And he's made a golden Toilet Duck!
    K MC: Eleven Mover
    You know, there just wasn't enough Mornington Crescent being played here. Here's a little puzzler to keep the die-hard fans in. MC in 11, upon which this furcation is programmed to self-destruct.

    *

    Ozzy Osbourne: F___ Allbright's opening, what's wrong with f___in Seven Sisters? Right, I'll set it up as a classic Chalk Farm '84, but with diagonals initially blocked under Najek's Construction so as to reduce the Freem Co-efficient sufficiently. And then Allbright's opening, Totteridge and Whetstone, and home at Goodge Street. Blowers: I must say I'm not such an aficionado of such limited-overs competitions.
    L The Oats / Chekhov Interface
    A disfurcation - previous drama strand #20 with a Cartier Bracelet forcibly removed.
    20
    Ozzy Osbourne: I remember arguin with the other Sabbath guys about whether life is as futile as growing f___in oats in a minefield. Nothing I like more than a good f___in bowl of porridge. [Bert and Graziela embrace]
  • Bert: Ah! Clearly our impending happiness is a metaphor!
  • Graziela: For the eventual triumph of human spirit over all that cruel fate throws at us?
  • Boleti: [sulkily] Nope. That at the end of the day it's all about sex.
  • Graziela: Oh be quiet, you vulgar little man. Happiness through diversity, as the oats are seen to flourish throughout the fields.
  • Boleti: Well, not any more. [Enter Prince Charming]
  • Bert: Oh bollocks.
  • Boleti: Should've said it was just sex, I told you!
  • Graziela: Are you not dead, Prince Charming, former flame of mine? Perished as and with the oats?
  • Prince Charming: Do I look dead? Let me explain. Since my happy childhood in Moscow, I have had a twin brother, our closeness akin to the unified resilience of our country against Western treachery. My brother, Mikhail Charming, assuming the name Azulejo, was recently a servant of house, until it was decided that we should exchange places for safety.
  • Boleti: What's that a metaphor for then?
  • Prince Charming: Not much really. Got the idea from Star Wars Episode I. Oh, and I wanted to be closer to Graziela again...
  • Blowers: And the ball rolls over the boundary rope, and he has made a hundred! Quite splendid innings! And the crowd, to a man, rise and applaud, like a field of oats in the breeze!
    M Four Jet Set Bakers
    Four Words. Two games. One furcation.
    19, 25
    Ozzy Osbourne: That's total f___in rubbish! Back to Bathroom / Hammersmith Blowers: Splendid! Oh I say!
    N Late Review Does Just A Minim
    A response to all those people who saw Germaine Greer's performance in Brendan's move and shouted 'Encore!'
    17
    Ozzy Osbourne: It's nice to hear some f___in music for a change. I've had enough of my f___in daughter... sings like a cat in a f___in blender!
  • Mark Lawson: I think it's fair to say that, indeed, after our show two weeks ago, we received a flood of interest from our viewing public after Germaine Greer's performance. However, contrary to all your requests, we're going to have an encore. Germaine, however, can't be with us tonight, as she was served some food of dubious quality at a non-indigenous eaterie which will remain unnamed. So we asked Tom Paulin - wait, don't switch off, he's not in any costume - to have a go.

    [Tom Paulin waves]

    Mark Lawson: And of course, as he's one of our critics, he has a certain arrogant streak, so he had to find an extremely difficult song. So, with the Barenaked Weasels, the Late Review house band, Tom Paulin will now perform a song called "Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!" by the Barenaked Ladies.

  • Tom Paulin:
    Enough is sufficient equals plenty or ample also adequate and abundant's same as necessary again
    I called your bluff 'cause you think you're so tough
    Because you can make enemies out of friends
    I am getting sleepy; I'm in your command
    Yes! Good!! Fine!!! I understand
    Indeed! Correct!! OK!!! I comprehend

    Over and above or higher which is more, also repeated, re-iterated, even recurring anew
    The experts concur so we're sure it occurred
    We infer the sword is mightier than the pen
    Your location is Atlanta; I am in a band
    Affermative! Agreed!! True!!! I'm part of a musical group
    Assuredly! Certainly!! Indubitably!!! It makes sense

    A fact is a truth or a reality, a certainty, nay an event, even an incident to misunderstand
    And all the detractors who question the cracks
    Have been asked to retract or face reprimand
    You are always lying; I am on the lam
    Undeniably! Indisputably!! Evidently!!! I see
    Incontestably! Surely!! Unarguably!!! It is perceived

    Repetition of suspicion
    Takes a lie and makes it truthful

    Nearer and closer, less further or far, perhaps adjacent / adjoining to our demise
    The fear we adhere to appears to be steering
    Our ears to where we're only hearing lies
    With us our against my people; the line is in the sand
    Certifiably! Unfalteringly!! Securely!!! I perceive its meaning
    Definitely! Very much so!! Without a shadow of a doubt!!! I apprehend!!!!

    Iteration of misgivings
    Tranforms an untruth into a thing of veracity.

  • Mark Lawson: I think the only comment needed here is "Nice one, weirdo."
  • Mark Kermode: Nope, that was rubbish. The production values were good, but basic errors like picking a song no-one's ever heard of let it down.
  • Mark Lawson: Well, I thought it was quite good actually.
  • Mark Kermode: Oh shut up, baldy.
  • Aggers: Interesting tactics from the captain here. Many criticise the selection of a relatively unknown song, but he seems to have pulled it off jolly well. Mind you, he's picked a song with triple repetition in the title, strings of six or seven repetitions... it even repeats the word 'repetition'! And of when your technique with the thesaurus is that good you can't really go wrong.
    O Psycho Haiku
    Here that knotty question is finally answered: what do you get when you cross Japanese No Theatre with the lyric intensity of Just A Minim? The first letters of this haiku form the first line of another haiku. Not quite fractal complexity, but tricky nonetheless.
    17, 26
    Ozzy Osbourne: FFS. FF
    S, FFS, FFS.
    FFS. O f___!
    The old writings read
    In there ev'ry ancient hai
    And its ku under.
    CMJ: Not a country noted for its cricketing prowess, Japan.
    P Gazuga-Worshipping Vanilla Gallifrey Crescent
    I'll explain this slowly. The game we all know and love, with a Gallifrean twist, and then played while worshipping Gazuga.
    21, 29
    Ozzy Osbourne: I wish I'd been f___in christened Martha Farquar! Time to flee from Martha Farquar's trap to a location nearer the interstitial time delay helix, namely Westminster, but Frau Farquar shall feel the wrath of Gazuga soon enough. By the way, are cybermen wild? They are no match for Gazuga's mighty lizard hordes. Blowers: I say, who is this Gazuga chap?
    Q Kandra Woods
    Continuing frumitious (and indeed frumtious) verse.
    27
    Ozzy Osbourne: I saw a f___in Tharl once. I think I was stoned at the time. Can't f___in remember. "A Tharl!" he thunked, "In Kandra Woods!"
    "And ranxing as though in its proods!"
    So to his nurlsome pack he made
    To divestile his taunic blade.
    Aggers: There's still a long-running debate about the use of Tharls outside the limited-over games, but personally I think it should be allowed.
    R Maximum High-Speed Reverse Obliterate Ruttsborough's Ostrich
    "Maximum of 5 moves: starting with the ostrich, lose it. Go!"

    *

    Ozzy Osbourne: F___in ell! A f___in ostrich on the Tube? This is good f___in stuff! And after that devastating pincer attack (reminiscent of Projoy himself) I have the ostrich pinned at Homerton. Huzzah! Blowers: Oh I say, a most excellent ostrich capture, rather reminiscent of Sir Viv Richards!
    Sir Viv: Of course, de ostriches we used were smaller.
    S Ever-Decreasing HYPEarthquakes
    A change of direction, but essentially the same game.
    31
    Ozzy Osbourne: Is it my f___in eyes, or are there 32 headlines on this f___in newspaper?
    POPE NOT QUALIFIED OR CELIBATE SINCE 1066 SOME
    WIVES
    EXCEPT IN
    FOURSOME
    URSINE , SAYS INQUIRY - REPORTS
    CARDINAL
    ACCORDING TO
    PRIVILEGE
    SURGEON , CLAIMS ROYAL SPOKESPERSON SHOWING
    BENEFICENTLY
    VATICAN WITHOUT
    - SHAME
    NOR ALIEN OR EVEN
    FEAR
    DENTIST FROM
    CLAIMS
    CATHOLIC - ALLEGATION FROM CARDINALS OF MORE
    UNDENIABLE
    GIBSON PASSIONATE
    ENCOUNTER
    VERIFIED WITH WITH REPETITIVE
    STUTTERING
    - DISAPPOINTED NUNS
    , VAGUELY
    DENIED BY BEAR ATTACK HEADLINES
    -ING
    APOLOGETIC BROWBEATEN
    BEAR
    EVENTUALLY ALTHOUGH - BISHOP NOW
    DISPUTED
    - RELIEVED POPE'S
    HIMSELF
    Blowers: And that's the last ball of the day. A level match so far?
    Sir Viv: Even stevens.
    Blowers: What will the papers tomorrow make of it?
    Sir Viv: Mountains out of molehills, probably.

    Well, I'm quite pleased just that that worked, and for the loss of just one /font tag in furcation G. Not bothered by the quality (or otherwise) of the move, but the table's nice.
    Bzzzt! Repetition of 'OR' in the HYPEarthquakers...

    [Shurely 'Congratulations'? -- Ed.]

    Well, that wasn't worth the effort.
    *looks in, falls over, crawls out*
    *copies boolbar*
    Bool, AP] Chickens! Come in, the water's lovely!
    I think I'm prepared to have a bash at sound charades, but I don't know how to hide it. Don't wish to spoil it for other MCers...
    Nice move, Tuj, and thanks for writing a sound charade I can guess for next time. Now I wish I'd smuggled a few characters into the other games too!
    Who's next?
    MF] Nice to see you back here - taking you to be the resident drama instigator! All OK then? Sadly the only sound charades I'm capable of producing are easy ones... Still, I hope you don't want to disqualify my move this time around...
    Oh, and did I mention the reason there are two celebrity commentaries is 'cause I missed it out last time, for your appeasement?
    Consider me appeased. Though I reckon the Eleven Mover strand's a bit optimistic! The Celeb Commentaries are definitely the most frustrating bit, though, taking the longest to write and without much hope of being read. (Which is why I introduced them :o) And I agree this game isn't worth the effort
    Hang about, did you change my HYPEarthquakes move?
    MF] I tweaked the "FOR" to "FOURSOME". A tabloid stole your broadsheet's headline actually... Well, it still makes sense reading down, and it was all that was stopping me starting the decreasing feature, so I reckoned it was a typo (erm...). I reckon it may well be worth the effort, as with the drama cut down considerably (and potentially merging with Just A Minim), it'll condense. And maybe the Celeb Commentary'll get scythed too...
    I think the main problem is finding someone to play the next move. I'll remain willing subsequently (and hopefully you), but someone else just needs to give it a go...
    But "Pope not qualified or celibate except for some..." makes at least as much sense as "Pope not qualified or celibate except foursome some..."
    Nuh-uh. The headline reads "Pope not qualified or celibate except foursome." Half of the headlines have narrow extra columns denoting that they are finished. Maybe that doesn't show up for you as it does from where I can see...
    *popping in to say 'hello' to the furcation game*
    *Pops in to say hello to Chalky and the furcation game*
    *groans - "somebody help me! waste all your time playing me! help!"*
    *chops Furcation Game into two*
    How ironic...the furcation game has been furcated.....
    *pops in, looks around, falls over, gets up, goes out again.*
    fuck our goverment it is going to shit your friend bush
    Airway? Breathing? Circulation?
    [rab] Aer Lingus, heavily, and poor through rush hour. sorry.
    Could this game apply for a special visa, Mr Blunkett?
    Can't see a problem with that. coat!
    We'll put 'er in cold storage while the visa application goes through. Eet's all going to plan, maaster...
    What, with a good 'ole Mornignton Crescent 2000 Deluxe Refrigerator Unit? Don't worry, she'll be back.
    Hahaha... You can't spell Mornington Crescent!! Oh wait, that was me... p155
    *rolls tumbleweed*
    *sound of a stiff breeze whirling round a canyon*
    can I kill this now? *sharpens knife*
    You can try.
    nights, rab] Aww, come on, all it needs is a little love! There's not even all those drama threads wafting around, an' if you wriggle out of the celeb commentary and mash together another couple of threads it's barely any work at all! Thinks: maybe I could make another move, send it in a brown envelope to someone else, and they could play on!
    [Tuj] Fear not. My last comment should have a dangling '...but it won't work' attached to it.
    [rab] are you sure? I'm really rather good at killing things.






    I've said too much.
    I beg to differ...


    The latest bifurcating limerick, reposted from the limericks game
    • CdM - Waiter! The bill, if you please / Excuse me, can we get the check [Raak] That had me laughing out loud.
    • Irouleguy - As soon as we've finished our cheese/And we're moving inside 'fore we freeze

      Or I'll miss my flight to Quebec/Don't worry, it's all on Cal Tech
    • Botherer - Our taxi awaits/The hideous stilton / It's cold enough out/The troublesome weather // The flight from Toronto/It flies in an hour / Except for the beer/I've got an account
    • Juxtapose - curse you, botherer... okay, I'll try line four
    • Chalky - [Jux] Ha! that happened to me last time - Raak beat me to Line 4 by about 10 minutes. So I copped Line 5. Deep joy :-)
    • Juxtapose - Waiter! The bill, if you please
      As soon as we've finished our cheese
      Our taxi awaits
      So no further debates / In the United States

      Waiter! The bill, if you please
      As soon as we've finished our cheese
      The hideous stilton
      You serve at the Hilton / Could cause one to wilt on

      Waiter! The bill, if you please
      And we're moving inside 'fore we freeze
      It's cold enough out
      That my pitcher of stout / To destroy without doubt

      Waiter! The bill, if you please
      And we're moving inside 'fore we freeze
      The troublesome weather
      Has froze us together / Has ruined the leather

      Excuse me, can we get the check
      Or I'll miss my flight to Quebec
      The flight from Toronto
      Is taking off pronto / Will quickly be gone so

      Excuse me, can we get the check
      Or I'll miss my flight to Quebec
      It flies in an hour
      By platypus power / So bring it right now or

      Excuse me, can we get the check
      Don't worry, it's all on Cal Tech
      Except for the beer
      Charge that to Rich Gere / And these hazelnuts here

      Excuse me, can we get the check
      Don't worry, it's all on Cal Tech
      I've got an account
      Of a stunning amount / Thanks to Ms. Lisa Blount
    Kicking it off...

    Waiter! The bill, if you please
    As soon as we've finished our cheese
    Our taxi awaits
    So no further debates
    We've all to be busy as bees

    Waiter! The bill, if you please
    As soon as we've finished our cheese
    Our taxi awaits
    In the United States
    So we've got a long flight overseas

    Waiter! The bill, if you please
    As soon as we've finished our cheese
    The hideous stilton
    You serve at the Hilton
    Has brought half the room to it's knees

    Waiter! The bill, if you please
    As soon as we've finished our cheese
    The hideous stilton
    Could cause one to wilt on
    This nouvelle cuisine pair of peas
    [hehe, 'nouvelle cuisine'...]
    Is anyone raring to have a go at the next bit? (and I nearly spelt my screenname 'Knoobbfly')
    OK, Knobbfly, here goes...

    Excuse me, can we get the check
    Or I'll miss my flight to Quebec
    The flight from Toronto
    Is taking off pronto
    If I miss it, I'll end up a wreck

    Excuse me, can we get the check
    Or I'll miss my flight to Quebec
    The flight from Toronto
    Will quickly be gone so
    Make doubly sure it's correct

    Excuse me, can we get the check
    Or I'll miss my flight to Quebec
    It flies in an hour
    By platypus power
    Twin engined duck-billed Lockheed jet

    Excuse me, can we get the check
    Or I'll miss my flight to Quebec
    It flies in an hour
    So bring it right now or
    It'll be a right pain in the neck

    Phew! I don't claim they're any good (but I'm quite proud of the Lockheed one), but someone else can have the last 4!
    OK, this might not have been the greatest of ideas....Still, I started, so I should finish

    Excuse me, can we get the check
    Don't worry, it's all on Cal Tech
    Except for the beer
    Charge that to Rich Gere
    Teach him to be a smart aleck

    Excuse me, can we get the check
    Don't worry, it's all on Cal Tech
    Except for the beer
    And these hazelnuts here
    Which came from the crew of Star Trek

    Excuse me, can we get the check
    Don't worry, it's all on Cal Tech
    I've got an account
    Of a stunning amount
    Far more than we owe for this dreck

    Excuse me, can we get the check
    Don't worry, it's all on Cal Tech
    I've got an account
    Thanks to Ms. Lisa Blount
    And her shy fiancé Vivek
    Actually it's not finished yet... we missed the "Waiter! The bill, if you please And we're moving inside 'fore we freeze" bit out. However I'm all out of funny rhymes for 'please'
    Can I be bold enough to suggest we draw a line in the cyber-sand and move on? A brave experiment that appears to have lost the will to live...

    tentatively...
    And I'll even start us up afresh...

    A rare Patagonian llama
    Suffered a cranial trauma / Was purchased by Ken Nakayama (you realize we'll need 32 rhymes for "llama" by the end of this nonsense...)
    Well, I believe there's only one way to resolve this debacle, and as I started it:

    A rare Patagonian llama
    Suffered a cranial trauma
    The reason, you see
    Was just because he
    Was purchased by Ken Nakayama.


    There. Complete, with no loss of honour, Nakayama-san. Apart from the fact you damaged the poor creature's cranium.
    So, what of the Furcation Game we're really all here for?
    [Tuj] I think it's furcked off.
    We could always do another furckin limerick, eh?
    I say "we" in the broadest, communal, sense, of course, having not, in fact, contributed to the last one in any way.
    [Tuj] re. Furcation Game - we're still waiting for Projoy's masterpiece which he was going to post circa Christmas 2003 :-)
    I'm working on it, I swear. Give a man some time, here. :-)
    ...although I fear it will now be impossible to live up to the promise that such an extended wait portends.
    That's a very good point. I seem to remember you talking about it in the car when we were going up to Rugby last year.
    Perhaps I should set myself a deadline to get me going: if I haven't posted it by 2015, you're welcome to go and close the game :).
    Instead of limericks you could do palindromes to explain why the devil never even lived?
    Egad! A base tone denotes a bad age! I did see referees, did I?
    [Projoy] That's quarter past eight on which day?
    Maybe a whip-round will give Projoy the filip he needs.
    *chuckles*
    Well don't say i didn't try to help...

    The Furcation game was so pleasant
    With more spirit than Annie Besant
    But all things must pass
    All flesh is as grass
    It's time to say Mornington Crescent!
    Or even just Mornington Crescent
    [Irouléguy] Have you actually looked up to see the great game that once was? This behemoth has a little bit of distance to go yet. It's just stalled, that's all.
    Just stalled? Look, matey, I know a dead game when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
    I don't think so. And, unfortunately for you, what I say, goes. :)
    the boy has a point. we are all slaves to rab's mood in this case (and no-one can remember the terminating move either).
    [nights] There isn't one :)
    Cheers three for rab. Are there any current rumours of a move afoot?
    I haveN'T THE FIRst clue about HTML, so you won't have one from me.
    nights] You don't need it - just hi-jack someone else's table and reword (repaint if desired). That's how I learned.
    I got about 33% through composing a move this weekend, but because of the nature of it, I have to start again from the beginnning (or very nearly) if I don't create and post it within a short space of time. Watch this space.
    Anyone for a quick game of "Where's my yoghurt?" while we wait for Projoy's ineffable masterpiece?
    blame] How do we play this? And isn't "quick" a little optimistic?
    Given how seldom I eat it, my yoghurt is probably still in a cow.
    mine's probably in the fridge in Bath where I left it in June. THAT should give the letting company a surprise.
    For some reason, mine's started calling itself "Bob".
    Bob the Yog?
    It's short for Robert the Yoghurt.
    How does the markup work?
    [Palnatoke] Have a look at Dr Qux+um's excellent site, where you will learn more than you ever thought possible about HTML
    You know, I was afraid to look in here, as the last version of this game used to crash my browser when I tried to open it. And now I come in here using the powerful server at work, and I find you all standing around gossiping!
    Last actual move in the game was 29th July 2004...
    That's quite a while ago isn't it. Projoy murmered something about a Korean epic, if I recall...
    I wouldn't hold your breath, necessarily. As mentioned I did once get about 20% of the way through a move, but if I don't do it all in a very short period it usually means I have to start from scratch again.
    20, 33, whatever.
    Try scratching?
    Heh, almost three months later I answer your question Tuj: "Where's my yoghurt?" has a very similar relationship to the concept of "rules" as does the game of Mornington Crescent. Or to put it another way I made it up. Still, it got us talking for 6 moves. Maybe I should invent the game then... erm...

    Okay everyone, I've hidden my yoghurt. I'll do a short and probably obscene mime of where I put it, then you can start guessing...
    <mime>
    Waves hands around slowly and stands on one leg. Falls over.
    </mime>
    Okay, start guessing. Yoghurt search on.
    Has it been consumed by that baby walrus by your side?
    this is queer
    No it's not - it's rather gay actually - much like the Rupert-the-bear-style scarf which was worn in the mime. Is that a significant prop, blamelewis??
    Darn it! Who left this yoghurt here? I've just got it all over my trouse... oh, sorry... hope I didn't spoil the game for anyone. Carry on...
    Well, now that that's been cleaned up, perhaps we could try another round. <mime>
    Raises left hand above head and hold right arm out fully extended, while scratching right calf with left foot. Falls over noisily.
    </mime>

    I'll give you a clue - it's a low-fat cherry one.
    Stab in the dark - is it a pie?
    What's a low-fat cherry?
    Is it under that low, fat, cherry tree?
    Wol] No it's a yoghurt - the game is finding where it's hidden
    Kim] It's the opposite of a more-oil-o cherry *boom-boom*
    INJ] No, but you're warm
    Intuitively, I'd say it was in Boston, MA.
    {Projoy} Quiet you! Get back to work on the move ;)
    [Irouléguy] Is it on Dantooine?
    Projoy] Intuitively, I'd say it was in Boston, MA. Well intuited! But we need a more exact location than that.
    blamelewis] Is it on Dantooine? Nope
    Is it hiding in a cupboard in the low-fat cherry yoghurt pie factory in the northern suburbs of Boston? Forgive my obsessive interest in pies; I'm just gathering data to put on a chart.
    OOH! Well done! But which cupboard?
    pies] No worries - I use the same excuse about spending time in bars.
    The cherrywood one?
    Just taking a first peek at this game......yo got me totally confused!
    [lurker] You seem to have a very good grasp of it then.
    I meant, of course, the cherrywood cupboard next to the door in the emulsification quality evaluation department on the 3rd floor.
    INJ] Correctamundo, though on reflection perhaps hiding it behind the pickle jar was a little unfair. Another round, or should we have a *cough* quick game of something else?
    In the meantime, we could all go to a concert: how about this performance of a modern classic. That'll keep us distracted until, er, the year 2639. Time enough for someone to complete a move?
    [Wol] One would hope so. Perhaps that one is just me...
    Hurrah for Tuj, saviour of the last move!
    Eh?
    Well, being the "one" and all that. I just thought that I'd keep on your good side so you'd protect me from Agent Smith.
    Ah, natch. Had you noticed my moniker is an anagram of "jut"?
    Missed that, being far too focussed on it being an anagram of "Ujt".
    um... Knightsbridge!
    Uxtajospe. Bring it on...
    The Borer If you insist...
    You ugliér
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