New blood! Razzle. Congrats on the Nobel Prize, by the by.
Ahh, Paddington. The memories are loverly. Windsor Gardens, marmalade and crumpets, the antique shop on Portobello Road...but I digress. The Discoman surely tries to seduce our minds with thoughts of a whimsical teddy bear named for a railway station. Glad that I regained cognizance before I made an indiscretionary move. Next you'll be spinning tales of Winnie-the-Pooh.
Hornchurch may seem a facile feat, but I shall layer it with a Roux trump, east lines bereft. Watch your vowels, gentlemen.
The move to Hornchurch is inspired to say the least. And to thicken the gameplay with Roux is a feat of such delectability, that a lesser skilled Cuisinier is sure to be scorched. Still, I take great stock in your move. Puts us in a bit of a stew.
I shall therefore preempt Senor Fermi, lest he attempt to dish up some half-baked move to Baker Street.
I serve up to you my next course, hence the subject of this post. All stops to Mudchute with an obligatory disambiguation to assuage your cravings.
A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
~~Lord Byron
I applaud your last play, DM. Gave me a bit of the olde nostalgie de la boue. If there’s one thing I appreciate, it’s a gent who’s not afraid to get his fingernails dirty. Mind not to cast your pearls before swine, love.
So on we go. I shall finesse a stroke that, as with the Paddington Station move, may remind some of yet another noteworthy literary character. Crossing Bond Street, entering the terminal through the rarely used entryway shared with the neighboring Williamson & Magor Tea Shop. No Aston Martin parked outside, and no martinis served here, either shaken or stirred. Cobblers! I shall have to quench my thirst with some freshly brewed hot Darville’s of Windsor and honey until as such time arises that I may safely make my way to the next destination.
El Dia de los Muertos
Not quite a stalemate, though I have to say I'm a bit sloshed from too many Watney's Red Barrels. Being the case, I'll have to kip it where I lay.
Re: El Dia de los Muertos
I move with haste now. I thank you LS for your felicitations on my accomplishments, but I never caught your name - your play seems oddly familiar. Moving on, I say we take a trip over to 8th Street of course exercising the Virginia Cobbler Compact (VCC 11:4b Article c). I feel like I'm getting close to wrapping this one up - unless one of you cheeky monkeys can pull something off.
Re: cheeky m.
In honour of Charles and Camilla touring the colonies, I feel it appropriate to honour their honouring by diverting our little excursion.
Next stop - "Tooting Broadway"
Curtains Up.
"I became insane with horrible periods of Sanity"--E.A. Poe
Re: cheeky m.
Ah Lemony, true, I knew I recognized the play. I must say before we continue that I did not like your on-screen portrayal, I felt that there was something amiss when moving from your chronicles onto the silver screen. Anyhoo... let's get down to business.
The next move has almost been laid out for me at this point. Let's make a short beeline for Park Place, and just to spice things up - I'm calling the Renowned Genderous Reversi rule. I shouldn't have to explain, but for those that might not know the handbook by heart yet: "Renowned Genderous Reversi - Each player will play the remainder of the game assuming the identity of a famous member of the opposite gender [Article 3.3.2]. Appendix AC4 - Character changes will be allowed between turns."
queen of the damned
Ahh. I regret that I have not been invited ere now. Twas only pure luck on all your parts that your invitingly pinkish flesh and succulent blood has not yet been ravaged by Monsieur LeStat.
Park Place--an opulent, dazzling foray into the city of night. Indeed, it was in New York that I first made acquaintance with Memnoch the Devil. I saw him leeringly smile at me before he could stop himself. Who knew what fate awaited me? A rash of blonde hair, bronze face and arms...who better than I am familiar with that potent combination?
His musky scent assailed my nostrils as he bit deeply into my flesh. I knew by the hot rush of blood pulsing through my carotid artery that I would never be the same. "No," I cried, "begone from me forever, you wretched demon!" But it was too late. He had already disappeared on the south train, heading for...
How Charming. My husband Daniel came across this mystic site while eating pizza, and I thought I'd take a Closer look.
After travelling the oceans what seems like eleven times, (maybe even twelve), you can imagine my surprise at this charming site. I Lovett. You can imagine my Mona Lisa Smile at the game play. Not since I attended My Best Friends Wedding have I seen such a Confession of a Dangerous Mind. At the ceremony, my friend, Michael Collins, gave a Full Frontal to his almost Runaway Bride, Mary Reilly, and then let the beans spill about how he had been Sleeping with the Enemy, the bridesmaid, Erin Brockovich. And Before Your Eyes, a Firehouse broke out in Mary's eyes. We all thought Michael would be one of the Flatlines and Dying Young. But in the end, he got off the Hook and our American Sweethearts patched things up. Funny how a little Steel Magnolia wine will soften the mood. And it's interesting how Everyone Says I Love You when they're drunk.
I doubt I could be Grand Champion at this game, but I certainly think that contributing to this Conspiracy Theory might be Something to Talk About for my Stepmom. I Love Trouble. I do. And I am Ready to Wear my heart on my sleeve to play.
So I'll be as brief as a pelican with my initial move.
Notting Hill Gate
Love to all,
Julia
Edited by: The Discoman at: 11/9/05 10:10 am
Leave it to Julia
It's appears that Ms. Roberts has messed things up considerably in our little game, getting her big teeth stuck in something too big for her to chew on.
So much for her being a Pretty Woman.
The statutes on delayed game play as posted during the Steckton Convention of 1945 (1945 A.ii. sec. P) indicates that should a full week pass without a valid move, then by default, the last play immediately moves to the winning location and the player can claim victory.
Do not let this occur! Ms. Roberts has enough credentials already without adding one more undeserved accolade.
Acknowledged by MoCKERY - "The Mornington Crescent Knights' Enforcement Regency"
"I became insane with horrible periods of Sanity"--E.A. Poe
let us pray
Yea, though I walk through the turnstile of the terminal of Notting Hill Gate,
I will fear no Julia, for thou art with me;
Thy subway tokens, they comfort me;
Thou preparest a clean place for me to sit in the presence of homeless people;
Thou offer me a chocolate muffin;
My Starbucks cup runneth over with a hot latte;
Surely success and victory in this dratted game shall follow me all through the moves of this round,
And I will dwell in the station of…
Regent’s Park. Pope Pious V Couching variant.
I am using my “get out of crucifixion free” card.
Picking your NorseAnd ride with us young bonny lass ---with the angels of the night.
Crack wind clatter --- flesh rein bite on an out-size
unicorn.
Rough-shod winging sky blue flight on a cold wind
to Valhalla.
And join with us please --- Valkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.
Break fast with the gods. Night angels serve
with ice-bound majesty.
Frozen flaking fish raw nerve ---
in a cup of silver liquid fire.
Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve and light
the old Valhalla.
Come join with us please --- Valkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.
The heroes rest upon the sighs of Thor's trusty
hand maidens.
Midnight lonely whisper cries,
``We're getting a bit short on heroes lately.''
Sword snap fright white pale goodbyes in the
desolation of Valhalla.
And join with us please --- Valkyrie maidens ride
empty-handed on the cold wind to Valhalla.
Needless to say, Odin would have us proceed to Vauxhall, ahh!
What's it going to be then, eh?
Dunnow why you starry vecks go on so. Reckon you codgers fit a malenky bit poogly when you see me gulliver headin' through the doors o’ your pub. Know I might fit ta flash some of me deng and rob ya blarmy after I smack yer litsos with some of me skorry moves. I fillied about Mornington Crescent most of me life, bein the horrorshow malchick that I am.
My move is Neasden Newbury, but not before I pick up this droogy Discoman ‘ere by the scruff and sort of skvat ‘im around, peet ‘im roight on the mozg if he tries to go for a bit of a pohl with me.
Starry ptitsas.
--Alex from A Clockwork OrangeEdited by: LS at: 11/30/05 8:18 pm
Again I slay(singing)
What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere!
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes, I must be dreaming.
Wake up, Jack! This isn't fair!
What's this?
You know, I think this Crescent thing
Is not as tricky as it seems
And why should they have all the fun
It should belong to anyone
Not anyone, in fact, but me!
Why, I could win this game, you see!
There's not a reason I can find
That this silly game can't be mine.
I bet that I could win it, too,
And that's exactly what I'll do!
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