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Crescenters announce arrivals at a ball nominated by any player, until topics are exhausted or dying, whereupon another social function is picked and it all begins again.
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Welcome please (just ahead of the men in white coats) Mrs and Mrs Ing-Board and their son, the straightest guy in town, Ian Ing-board.
Look, it's Mr and Mrs Quisk and their daughter Electra ...
[Brendan] Genius! Welcome please Mr Towcester and his partner Ms Witch, and their charming son, Sam Witch-Towcester.
Please welcome Mr & Mrs Bag and their daughter Peg
Isn't that Mr and Mrs T'caseonwheels's daughter, Sue? And that's Sal Udbowl. (widey, your mum says your tea's ready)
That stir is being caused by Mr & Mrs Dblenda and their daughter Anne
Followed by distant cousins, Mr & Mrs Singbowl and their son Mick

How about a visit to the "Place Names Ball" I can see our first guests it's Mr & Mrs Yer and their daughter Libby
Oh dear, put on your woolies for its the Tarcticas again, with their icy daughter Anne Tarctica. I think I will hang out instead with Mr & Mrs Gall, and their warm and friendly son Ben Gall.
Please welcome Mr and Mrs Tshire and their son Will. (He's got a German friend Hants).
Welcome, please, from Bristol Mr & Mrs Stoke and their son Bradley.
And following close behind I see Mr and Mrs Norton and their award winning stonemason son Chipping and its good to see them again!
Escorting Miss Issippi is her beau Herr Frank Furt.
And here is Mr and Mrs Apolis with their daughter Minne and her partner Paul Saint
Please welcome Mr & Mrs Tolya, and their daughter Anna Tolya.
Prithee all be upstanding for Mr and Mrs Thorpe and their windswept daughter Mabel.
And while we're about it, how about a big hand for Mr and Mrs Green and their son Lee.
Fussy point, but places that are named after people should not be allowed, eg Johannesburg. Probably rules out half the place names in England, including where I live - "the hamlet of Weorla's people".
From darkest Wiltshire, Mr and Mrs Malford and their son, Christian. Don't know if that one offends your rule, Rosie.
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