Some words of enti(t)lement

spill­ing mind riddles is a glor­i­ous phrase!

did you have a com­pet­itor in phrasitileology?

No com­pet­itor. *Sniff* I was play­ing on my own. Like any good blog­ger does.

Oh I approve, I approve!

Of num­ber four, especially.

Good Blog­ger (desc). “Guh-d Bloh-gah”. One who plays on their own.

(?)

mind-spilling riddles… Yes.

But I still pine for those Per­uvian sparks.

Lovely
o
h

Grr. This com­ments box plays crap scrabble.

Put spaces before the o and the h.

Jack — Yes, num­ber four gave me a par­tic­u­larly Scrab­ulous thrill, it has to be said.

OE — The mind-spilling riddles are rather new to this pair of eyes, but I agree that the Per­uvian sparks are hugely missed. What are your thoughts, how­ever, on uned­ited vitality?

Angelalala — Yes, this com­ments box Scrabble is rather awful. I’m sure Word­press would make a killing if they intro­duced a Scrabble plug-in.

Scarbble! Well there’s a good start, ahem, Scrabble! Chez nous it’s Pon­toon with a determ­ined young ‘I make the rules’ type son thus com­plic­at­ing a really very simple game. When you stick, you stick right? You don’t unstick, or (his words)‘offer my final ulti­mate stick’.God, Pooh sticks was easier, but that was many moons ago. I like your scrab­bling. Espe­cially Ukulele. It hap­pens to be one of my favour­ite words, and I would love to own one.

I am puzzled by the Chris­tian imagery here, all those crosses, you know… Oh drat, am miss­ing the point as always. What a fut­tock I am!

Seahorse — Should you wish to own a ukulele, I hap­pen to per­son­ally know some ukulele experts who would be only too will­ing to advise. Twang.

Ariel — Gosh, you’re right. I hadn’t noticed. I guess it must be a clue as to the almost ‘reli­gious’ exper­i­ence it is for me to read mnay of these sites.

Now, of course, I am look­ing at all the pho­tos wor­ry­ing that one or some of them might dis­play an evil upside-down cross … oh dear.

Yax­lich wouldn’t con­sider him­self to be an expert on Per­uvian sparks but he can tell you that they don’t go out very often.

Most of the sparks he knows are Pol­ish. They must all come from the Gdansk Elec­trical Company.

Oh alright then…
In order:

Beau­ti­ful
Ram­blings
Men­tal
She-on-honeymoon
Acts of

…all I got so far

Wel­come Yax­lich — An Unre­li­able Wit­ness believes that there are a fair amount of Lithuanian sparks as well. But this is from per­sonal experience.

OE — See, I knew you wouldn’t be able to res­ist play­ing the game. Bravo. Your selec­tions are not bad so far, but I fear that I will have misled some people by using ref­er­ences that are in some cases semi-private ones between myself and the blog­ger in ques­tion. That’s cheat­ing, I know, but I didn’t say I was offer­ing a prize. No hol­i­days in Majorca here, sadly.

This is all about me, isn’t it?

{tis very imaginative}

bak­ing ukuleles — that’s me! that’s mee!!!

(I am very excited)

I think you will find that “bak­ing ukuleles” is a coded mes­sage to me.

{only best UK blog­ger in the whole wide world ever 2007 under­stand the code}

I am never going to play Scrabble with you.

{although you only ever play with your­self — obvi­ously. we know that.}

{its also the cleverest post in the world, ever}

Andre — Yes, all about you. Honest.

Cheer­ful One — Don’t tell Andre, but this post is really all about you.

Annie — Thank you fur such a com­pli­ment. As regards the other point, it’s true that I like Scrabble so much that I spend almost every week­end at home play­ing with myself. And play­ing Scrabble.

In my ego­centricty, I have decided that one of them is me. Well, I’ve sort-of decided. I’m not 100%.

you didn’t even use a dic­tion­ary either

i am offi­cially a bit jealous

Mike — I have decided on a policy of neither con­firm­ing nor deny­ing any­thing, because oth­er­wise every­body seems to believe this post is about them (© Andrew Jerdin). So I am remain­ing firmly zip on this mat­ter, awk­ward sod that I am.

Annie — What is a dikshunery?

i also like the last one the best

i also know of a cer­tainty that they are undoubtedly
all about Mr Andreas Jardin

Mr Unre­li­ably Esquire: I don’t know, but I like your spelling of it.

Dick-shunnery is a very inter­est­ing word.

See, if I’d known at the time why you were ask­ing me to pick a word I would have chosen some­thing that made me sound much more mys­ter­i­ous, allur­ing and yes, down­right attract­ive than ‘futtock’.

Annie — Dick-shunnery. I had not thought of that. Oh God. *shiver*

Jack — Please see the com­ment above in which I say that I can neither con­firm nor deny which set of Scrabble tiles are about which infam­ous blog­ger. ‘Sperm back­log’ and ‘fut­tocks’ might not relate to you. Though I am sure you have lovely futtocks.

Dick-shone-airy

is that any better?

about the one with the fut­tocks — after sperm and before back­log, are you allowed to use one of the blank cards to sig­nify a space?

[/pernickity]

Dick-shinery? After all, so many of them need polishing…

Num­ber one is my favour­ite. I love the idea of bak­ing ukuleles.

And Scrabble is a bril­liant game for play­ing Solo. It’s kept me awake many a night.

Right. Please can we all stop talk­ing about shin­ing and pol­ish­ing dicks? This is not that sort of blog. Things around here tend towards respect­able, not smut. Really. (I’ll just sit here and wait for Jack to vocally dis­agree then, shall I?)

miles away — you’re right, that was a highly illegal use of the blank tile but — but — but! Oh. Grrr.

What a way to catch me unawares, MRW. I didn’t have to show you after all.

Excuse me while I hide in the corner and sort out my face. Ignore that, that’s just the smell of my cheeks scorch­ing. Ignore that sound too, it’s the sound of my water­fall tears mark­ing their sizz­ling path on my burn­ing face.

I will be ready in a second.

Yes, but.
You’ve actu­ally missed alot of triple word scores.
But its a very nice board.

The Lamb — You are too kind, but really there is no dress code for this site, as any­one who has recently seen my alarm­ing hair and fre­quently unshaven vis­age will attest to.

Annie — Right then, I see the only way to end this is that I’m going to have to chal­lenge you to a game of Scrabble [insert evil laugh here].

I humbly accept.
{insert trem­bling ter­ror here}

Speak­ing of which…

any­one for scrabble?

no?

pah.