Let's play a gamine!

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Sorry. Game I meant. I dunno. YOU start. Whatever it is, I'm in.

― Dorien Thomas (Dorien Thomas), Saturday, 10 April 2004 21:53 (twenty-one years ago)

How about the Glass Bead Game?

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Saturday, 10 April 2004 22:57 (twenty-one years ago)

Now, now, let's not get too high brow for the new breed.

― Lynskey (Lynskey), Sunday, 11 April 2004 01:13 (twenty-one years ago)

Sorry.

Hopscotch?

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Sunday, 11 April 2004 02:53 (twenty-one years ago)

I know! I know! Something simple! Chess!

http://www.redhotpawn.com/index_mtnc.php

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Sunday, 11 April 2004 03:09 (twenty-one years ago)

Lynskey. I take great exception. ZC and I have an understanding. Die Glassperlenspiel (or whatever it is - you can tell I haven't got a translator facility) is one of my favourite Herman Hesse books. "Too highbrow [one word, incidentally] for the new breed", be fucked? Take me on, cunt.
ZC. I organise chess tournaments. Most of the pubs in my area have chessboards (in some places inlaid tables!) for me and my 40-odd strong chess gang.
Lynskey. I iterate. Cunt.

― Dorien Thomas (Dorien Thomas), Sunday, 11 April 2004 12:14 (twenty-one years ago)

Understanding?

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Sunday, 11 April 2004 13:41 (twenty-one years ago)

Vev

― Lynskey (Lynskey), Sunday, 11 April 2004 17:29 (twenty-one years ago)

That's your answer for everything.

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Monday, 12 April 2004 00:15 (twenty-one years ago)

I used to play a gamine in a coed French band. Got sweet on'er I did. Best days of my life.

― Michael White (Hereward), Monday, 12 April 2004 00:22 (twenty-one years ago)

How do you play a gamine in a band? I mean, which hole do you apply your lips to and blow?

― Dorien Thomas (Dorien Thomas), Monday, 12 April 2004 13:49 (twenty-one years ago)

It all depends DT, doesn't it? Amazing 'moule aboyante' she had, or as it might be said in our tongue, 'barking vag'.

― Michael White (Hereward), Monday, 12 April 2004 14:11 (twenty-one years ago)

How about fucking the shit out of each other? That sounds like a great game. Particularly to me as I am not bright. Not at all. Not in the slightest.

― Fuckedup, Wednesday, 14 April 2004 04:25 (twenty-one years ago)

Sometimes the wit on this list overwhelms me.

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Wednesday, 14 April 2004 07:01 (twenty-one years ago)

Really? I'm not even whelmed.

― Michael White (Hereward), Wednesday, 14 April 2004 14:21 (twenty-one years ago)

Better get in the water then Whitey.

― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Wednesday, 14 April 2004 19:23 (twenty-one years ago)

But is it old water, Jarlr?

― Michael White (Hereward), Wednesday, 14 April 2004 20:36 (twenty-one years ago)

as old as the hills.

― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Wednesday, 14 April 2004 20:46 (twenty-one years ago)

Wasn't there an Anglo-Saxon rhymester called Whelmwit? Good at the old alliteration and shit?

― Dorien Thomas (Dorien Thomas), Thursday, 15 April 2004 19:55 (twenty-one years ago)

That's an approximation of his first ever rhyme, in the Book of Saxon Bitches.

― Matt (Matt), Wednesday, 21 April 2004 09:35 (twenty-one years ago)

Boy was that centerfold scary. I still have nightmares where Egilfu is fingering the buttons at the collar of her tunic suggestively and then you notice the glint from the blade she has at her side.

― Michael White (Hereward), Wednesday, 21 April 2004 19:29 (twenty-one years ago)

Egilfu, eagle-eyed
Felt with fingers fraught
Her collar curly-coiled
And whispered wishful words.
But, blasted blade she bore!
In seconds in his side it sank!
He moaned, and was no more.

- Whelmwit, The Book of Saxon Bitches

― Dorien Thomas (Dorien Thomas), Thursday, 22 April 2004 15:17 (twenty-one years ago)

Where all the Saxon bitches at?
They all be down at Whelmwit's flat
He be alliterative and all that shit
One crazy mofo poet my man Whelmwit
(translated from the Latin)

-Epitaph from Winchester Cathedral

― Michael White (Hereward), Thursday, 22 April 2004 16:17 (twenty-one years ago)

Whelmwit is a great, great wit
That's how he gets his share of tit
For all the bitches dote on it
These Anglo-Saxons don't know shit

(translated from the cynghanedd by Tony Conran, Oxford Book of Welsh Verse)

― Dorien Thomas (Dorien Thomas), Thursday, 22 April 2004 19:33 (twenty-one years ago)

Have you ever been to Llareggub, Dorien?

― Michael White (Hereward), Thursday, 22 April 2004 21:17 (twenty-one years ago)

I believe he is Mayor.

― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Friday, 23 April 2004 07:32 (twenty-one years ago)

You believe everything you read on noodle packets. Even the "Liar's brand" ones.

― Matt (Matt), Friday, 23 April 2004 08:40 (twenty-one years ago)

Should we be more skeptical about noodles? How depressing.

― Michael White (Hereward), Friday, 23 April 2004 15:46 (twenty-one years ago)

They lie. They lie like mothers.

― Matt (Matt), Friday, 23 April 2004 22:37 (twenty-one years ago)

Mothers lay don't they? Or Mother's lei is lying right were she laid it. I get so confused around noodles.

― Michael White (Hereward), Friday, 23 April 2004 22:53 (twenty-one years ago)

Llareggub? I know it! I know Llaregub yletulosba.

― Dorien Thomas (Dorien Thomas), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 16:48 (twenty-one years ago)

I thought as much.

― Michael White (Hereward), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 21:00 (twenty-one years ago)

Your thoughts lied.

― Matt (Matt), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 23:47 (twenty-one years ago)

Crafty bastards. But in the immortal words of Homer, "Shut up, brain, or I'll stab you with a Q-Tip!" Alternately, I find that gin therapy has been working wonders for my thinking problem.

― Michael White (Hereward), Thursday, 29 April 2004 14:23 (twenty-one years ago)

three years pass...

Lilly Allen looks gamine

― Heave Ho, Tuesday, 17 July 2007 06:39 (eighteen years ago)

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