No, silly, I think it was Boggle.

But you lost The Game, anyway.

Anyone bringing Twister will be dealt with most severely.

Who needs Twister when we have anti-gravity giant Jenga?

We seems to have lost the anti-gravity Jenga - something to do with lack of tethering, but don't worry - I've bought Twister.

Look out, Geg, there is a severe ES leaving Notts Uni.

I'm too dazed to be severe. Plus, there's no tyranny at this picnic. No sirree Bob.

I'm not playing Twister with Sir Bob again, not after last time...

Sir Bob was a perfect gentleman last time we toasted marshmallows together.
Lady Fanny, however...

Misty Cat vs Sir Bob it is then.

Who wants to spin?

<Sir Bob has failed the Maunsell Colour Test>

??? frictionless surface? That was a long spin.

I'll spin!

Whoa, now I'm dizzy...

<finds out about picnic>

<Is quite unsettled by frictionless surfaces, anti-gravity Jenga, and severe punishments for Twister>

<Offers a packet of Burger Rings, seeing as he has not come prepared>

They're a burger-flavoured crisp, if you don't know. I'm a New Zealander, but like HouseInTheWoods, it's hard to show,

<goes back to the slightly unreal picnic>

<proffers Twisties in both chicken and cheese flavours to go with burger rings>

<offers M big glass of L&P>

<avoids spinning>

<spells out rude words in scrabble tiles. On the red circle with her left hand, while her right hand and left foot are on blue>

Mmm. Twisties!

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Mrs. SkidMarks is also from New Zealand and has a penchant for Cadbury's Chocolate Fish

Chocolate? Did someone say chocolate?

Darn I'm still dizzy. Where are we, again?

<puts foot on purple star>

<brings pie & cocoa, looks for festively-wrapped candy>

It's cold outside- just saying- so feel free to set up a tent or move this to the treehouse...

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Have some hot chestnuts!

<Rolls out stall.>

We can't possibly re-locate to the treehouse , last time I looked ES was preparing to sing and the authorities were checking the rule book to see exactly how many infringements they could charge him with. At least here he's only selling hot food without a license.

Besides neither the cold nor the anti-gravity seem to have slowed down Lady Fanny. Anybody know the effect modified corn starch is supposed to have on an imaginary 18th century aristocrat?

VM - you seem to have a large purple star sticking out of your foot, would you like help removing it?