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Started by Griffin NoName, April 04, 2008, 09:27:23 PM

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Black Bart

Looks loik I'm 'Up the Junction'.
She was only the Lighthouse Keeper's daughter, but she never went out at night

Bruder Cuzzen

Argh ! Oi be lost up thee creek .

Griffin NoName

Those moves were ruled inadmissable during the Geneva Conference 1972. The one move you could have played was

I'm up the swanee.

:mrgreen:
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One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


anthrobabe

Saucy Gert Pettigrew at your service, head ale wench, ships captain, mayorial candidate, anthropologist, flirtation specialist.

Black Bart

Quote from: Griffin NoName on April 10, 2008, 03:07:57 AM
Those moves were ruled inadmissable during the Geneva Conference 1972. The one move you could have played was

I'm up the swanee.

:mrgreen:

What about...I'm up the Swansea, look you.
She was only the Lighthouse Keeper's daughter, but she never went out at night

anthrobabe

where is the part about not rattling sabres
is it in the out of print edition

(yes you may point and laugh at the newbie)
Saucy Gert Pettigrew at your service, head ale wench, ships captain, mayorial candidate, anthropologist, flirtation specialist.

Black Bart

I think this is a game which does not involve any sabres or spittoons...pay attention in the ranks!
She was only the Lighthouse Keeper's daughter, but she never went out at night

Griffin NoName

The last mention of sabres was in the 1275 manuscript Britannia Rules. It was merely a passing reference to someone falling on their sabre after losing a match. Those rules have been out of print for many years.

As to spittoons, BB is correct as far as I know. It's possible the 'Spitting vicar' sacked by bishop could alter that, but Beagle probably knows most about that.

Finsbury Park (avoiding Abu Hamza)
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One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


beagle

Quote from: Griffin NoName on April 10, 2008, 04:42:04 PM
As to spittoons, BB is correct as far as I know. It's possible the 'Spitting vicar' sacked by bishop could alter that, but Beagle probably knows most about that.

Par for the course out here in Midsomer Looney.  I'm learning more about psychology every day. Today's lesson is the various forms of reaction to grief.


Blackfriars.
The angels have the phone box




anthrobabe

I'v hear a rumor-- but it's just rumor

Charing Cross
Saucy Gert Pettigrew at your service, head ale wench, ships captain, mayorial candidate, anthropologist, flirtation specialist.

Black Bart

Quote from: Griffin NoName on April 10, 2008, 04:42:04 PM
The last mention of sabres was in the 1275 manuscript Britannia Rules. It was merely a passing reference to someone falling on their sabre after losing a match. Those rules have been out of print for many years.

As to spittoons, BB is correct as far as I know. It's possible the 'Spitting vicar' sacked by bishop could alter that, but Beagle probably knows most about that.

Finsbury Park (avoiding Abu Hamza)

Spitting Vicar?

Perhaps he made a mistake when took the cloth instead of joining The Sex Pistols.

St John's Wood (very nice tube station).
She was only the Lighthouse Keeper's daughter, but she never went out at night

Griffin NoName


Westminster  !!

Try and get out of that one !
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


beagle

Tower Hill

(Yes, the Tschebycheff response to Wallinger's Gambit. I think you'll find it's been legal since the Congress of Paris, whatever Miss Hilton subsequently claims).
The angels have the phone box




Pachyderm

Imus ad magum Ozi videndum, magum Ozi mirum mirissimum....

anthrobabe

Saucy Gert Pettigrew at your service, head ale wench, ships captain, mayorial candidate, anthropologist, flirtation specialist.