Yes, but is it art?
Got rather bored at an Art Deco exhibition my Mum took me along to at the V&A museum.

Started to play 'Yes, But Is It Art?'

This involved considered chin stroking over non-art in the museum.

Got a clip round the ear when my Mum saw me staring intently at a small security monitor - surrounded by a small crowd, all mistakenly doing the same.

Try it. You'll be pleasantly surprised how many people join you to consider normal things. I was.
(microsaulxp, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:23, Reply)

Where is Edinburgh Castle?
one of Scotland’s greatest sports, this is best played on Princes Street or in the Gardens. During 'The Festival' you will doubtless be approached by many people/Mercans who will ask you "...where is Edinburgh Castle?" even though it is plainly obvious where the feck Edinburgh Castle is (hint - it's the big castle shaped thing which towers very visibly over the whole area on a big hill) The game is to give the most original and untrue reply. Past winners include "Glasgow" "I don't know I'm blind" "see that big castle on the hill? It's on the other side of that" A deep fried can of Irn Bru goes to the winner.
( Prof UnderCover evitable, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:20, Reply)

Something to play on long journeys
I used to do this as a kid. I used to imagine I was on a litle motorbike driving along fences and imagining I did pulled huge jumps off the fence posts and hedges and the faster we went the longer the jumps would be. This used to keep me amused for hours (parents on the dole so coach journeys to spain were an annual occurrence so plenty of time to play this)
( juliogeordio, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:17, Reply)

Fire in the Hole
When I was young(er) and an easily influenced Boy Scout we used to go camping, and prepare big open fires, and played the Missile Game:

YOU WILL NEED: an assortment of part-used aerosol cans

HOW TO PLAY: place your can into the fire at a suitable angle, retreat behind solid object like a big log, duck down until you hear a bang and a whizz. Look out from your place of cover and see how far your rocket went.

BONUS MARKS: for ground explosion, smoke trail, and hitting something like a house or car.

P.S. Don't try this at home, it's dangerous
(Scroatey, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:17, Reply)

at the rugby
me and my flatmate have a game where we have to spot people with hipflasks, flatcaps, big beards, pipes etc. points are awarded based on the object spotted.
As you can imagine, spotting someone taking a cheeky swig from a flask is worth a whopping five points! Bit crap really.

also, i think i lost the deposit on my flat after a few games of 'hallway baseball' with my miniature baseball bat and a huge inflatable gym ball.

ooh... just remembered 'mexican knuckles'. it's like slaps, but you have to punch each others knuckles until someone can't carry on. there's usually a bit of blood
(andy hunter only responds to a series of clicks and whistles, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:16, Reply)

Endurance
I'm sure we've all played this without realising it. But we elevated it to an artform.

Live in a rented student house with a three-piece suite in the front room. That'll seat about five people at a push. Then get enough mates round to make at least eight (or more) people in the house.

Then sit round the table and play cards, or Risk, or whatever you fancy. Some people will have comfy seats, others will sit on the floor and be uncomfortable.

Now the game for the people on the floor is, what can you do/say to make the people in the comfy seats either ashamed enough to get up and make some tea (or buy some Rizla, or perform some other menial task) or trick them into thinking their seat will be safe if they get up for a piss? The instant you get someone to stand up, nick their seat. You are now one of the targets, and you need to keep the seat.

It gets more and more interesting the more stoned you get, and you can start sending people on real guilt trips.

Of course eventually someone is going to have to get up and take a whizz, aren't they?
(MattDP (Squiggle), Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:13, Reply)

Fruit shooters
At school, the only drinkable things they sell in the canteen are those Robinsons Fruit Shoots. After lunch, I put the whole table's rubbish (there's usually about 8 of us) into my bottle, which takes a while, then throw it basketball style to the bin a couple of metres away. It evolved from tradition to game over the last few weeks, with bets on how well I'll do now being placed.

I leave in April, I'll miss that place.
( Whillow, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:12, Reply)

Oh and Try To Get Kicked Out Of The Vatican
Warning: Requires the vatican to play.

Basically using the armless old marble busts of dead popes, stand behind them and impersonte pope BA until removed.
( WhoElse I'm what Willis was talking about, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:11, Reply)

about a month ago
one of the people i work with decided to see how many customers he could call big nose before one of them said any thing back, he got up to about 20 before i stopped asking him
( Reme Philips laid an epic dump on, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:10, Reply)

My son and his mates used to go around our small town centre pretending to be tourists. Upon entering a shop they would ask in broken English if the shop keeper spoke German or Swedish and upon receiving the inevitable negative reply spent as long as they could get away with insisting that "The ent of my right shoe is missink".
(DogPoleDumbHorse, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:09, Reply)

Beat The Flush
I thought I was alone in doing this, but I've discovered there are quite a few people practicing this game, under various titles.
It merely involves flushing the toilet mid piss and trying to finish urinating before the flush does. The satisfaction of perfectly timing the flush/piss permutation is immense.
(Smell eep!, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:08, Reply)

when i was at school
we used to compete in class to get our teacher to say a particular word- usually decided while we were waiting outside the classroom for the lesson. stuff like "kitchen" was fairly easy, words like "minge" required considerably more skill (although the payoff was considerably more rewarding).
( spacefish bong!, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:08, Reply)

Guess bra sizes
On a ladish night out me and my friends attempt to guess a girls bra size...
i have never lost.....
(well i lost a few teeth once, she found it offensive)!
(masterbassist, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:08, Reply)

Goad the security guard
was a favourite if browsing in a bookshop as a student. Since I'd have a stachel, underpaid undercover security would follow closely. the trick is to either be obvious (looping the same table 4 times before they stop following), or try for figure of eights for the advanced player.
( WhoElse I'm what Willis was talking about, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:08, Reply)

Years ago...
...my flatmate and I used to sit in the HogsHead at the Angel trying to spot fit lesbians.

It was amazing, the more you drink, the more you spot. And, as spotting a likely candidate (based on a scoring system covering short hair, checked-shirts, dungarees, unsual ear-piercings, holding hands with another bird etc.) resulted in 'winning' another drink, alcohol consumption tends to accelerate throughout the day.

We once spent 48 of the 96 hours of a bank holiday weekend in various Islington pubs playing this. I think it was just a way of excusing our drink problem.
( Bohica Anne Frank's Bukkaki Tentacle Storm, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:06, Reply)

having lunch with my best friends parents,
plus some people they'd invited round (note: they're all accountants/financial district kind of people), my friend and I decided to see which one of us could use the word fascinating with the most sarcasm we could muster, without any of the older folks realising that we were not, in fact, in the slightest bit interested in the rise of stamp duty under the current labour government.

my friend won, with (and this is only a textual approximation) faaaaaaaaaaaaaascinating.
( djol, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:06, Reply)

Hide the Sausage
Shared Kitchen at uni. Had to hide the ropey kwiksave sausage in a housemate's (16 of us) kitchen cupboard well enough so it would remain hidden till the smell got out. It seemed far funnier at the time.
(edhead, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:06, Reply)

Spot the bride.
Missus and I were in Las Vegas and challenged each other to spot new brides.

A lot like shooting fish in a barrell or spotting beggars in London.

We gave up when she noticed a sign for some mass marriage ceremony that day.
( Razor What the fuck - a sig?, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:04, Reply)

Not really a game but
the last time my friends visited my halls of residence together (before xmas) We were bored so we invented our own equasions for speciall names like the pornstar (first pet, mums madien name) we made up crap ones like Crap fizzy drink promoters (your worst fizzy dink/nick name) I was pepsi sue
( Blobcat Less Jaffacakes this year, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:04, Reply)

would you accept
Mutual Masturbation as a game...we were young we were (not) so innocent we had a long bus journey twixt college and home...first to come won...er as it was...i always felt at a dissadvantage being a bloke 'n' all that...extra points were earned for..."nearest our stop" she would win as there was less mess...


the above is not true

/yes it is this is b3ta...you will not be offended!
p.s. this game is for concenting adults only, i guess she would be considered a bit more than a friend

although on reading the others...i am considering the delete key an option....

/more sex games
(Murun Buchstansangur's hairpiece, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:04, Reply)

Word of the Week
Me and my mates usually have a word of the week...this could be anything from Cheese to Pissflaps, or indeed Cheesy Pissflaps. This word has to be used as many times in conversation with others as possible. Bonus points for using it with strangers and people in authority...for example, the local bobby or the innkeeper at the nearby hostelry, i.e 4pints of Stella and a packet of Cheesy Pissflaps please.
God,how sad :D
( Scary Mary The D'oh Fairy, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:03, Reply)

A rather fun game which is called
simply "The Game". For six to twenty-six players on a night out. It involves, first of all, getting completely plastered and then, ideally when the pub/club/drinking establishment has shut its doors and everyone is standing around outside, daring each other to say the most random and/or offensive things to random passers by.
Points are allocated based on style/hilarity/bravery and the first to 100 wins. The loser, with the least number of points, then has to suffer the indignity of being sold to random groups of girls (of which there will be at least one or two standing around - if not, then I suppose any people would do) for meagre sums of money. Say, 50p, perhaps.

Needless to say, I have only played this game a few times, although with hilarious consequences. Next time you're out on the piss, try saying this to a random girl - "I once had a pet dog, but it pissed on my carpet so I killed it". Oh, the madness of it all
( The Neville What what what, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:03, Reply)

Yeah, New Year..
Started playing this game called "Guess what video this is". You watch MTV or the like and try and guess the video before anyone else does.

My boyfriend and I did invent a game, but we haven't been able to play it yet. It's called "Whats On My Head". David Blunket is seated opposite his dog, an object is placed on David's head and he has to guess what it is. Only his dog can answer him with 1 bark for No and two barks for Yes. David is allowed three very vague clues.
(DirtyChurch, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:02, Reply)

Me and six
friends invented a game called SPOONS, which involved us trying, in turns, to flick a spoon into a plastic cup.
It went on for about five hours and got more complicated, developed its own terminology and scoring system and even had a rule book that I scrawled down on a piece of paper.
Sad really, but I scooped a lovely "Double Nipple" in the fifth innings and had it not been for an unforseen Skimmer landing in another players paddock I would have won.
( bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 16:01, Reply)

Punch for punch
Me and my older brother used to continuously punch each other legs until one of us gives in to the pain. Obviously the first one to give in loses. But the prize for losing is the hardest punch the winner can give you without defending yourself.

It was fun.
( karatesausage, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 15:58, Reply)

you can always spot pedophiles
by their spotless white generic sneakers.

on canoeing trip breaks, pickup games of pinecone/tin can/water jug, etc,-Paddle hockey is always fun.

At restaurants, I always play the parseley game. Rule #1 you can't announce that you're playing the parseley game. Rule #2 - without their knowledge, everyone at the table (except the mark) surreptitiously moves their parsely garnish onto the marks plate. They may or may not notice. Always fun when they do.
(b3rl1n, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 15:58, Reply)

Misdirection
Being in a town with a great throughput of tourists (York) we often play at giving them entirely misleading directions. Often when in plain sight of the attraction their asking for. Works best with Americans, the Dutch are too cynical.
( alexr, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 15:58, Reply)

Who wants to buy Whill something?
The winner is whoever buys me the most. I love this game
( Whillow, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 15:58, Reply)

Horse or Pie
You go around with a group of mates and try and spot as many people with either a horse (long) face, or a pie (round) face!
( viperrr mostly comes out at night, mostly, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 15:56, Reply)

Spot the secret agent
we played that in windsor castle.
The true amount became aparent when my friend set the fire alarm off.

Just thought of another. Its cleverly titled 'Penis'. The object of the game is to shout penis louder than the last person. The winner is the person who submits last. This game is best played in crowded public places.
(Cockfosters!, Mon 29 Mar 2004, 15:56, Reply)