Drinking game for the Sweeps

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From: <Neil.Lawson-May
To: Jamie Turner
Subject: Drinking game

If you are in the mood here's a drinking game I've written for you.

Below is a short story in seven paragraphs. Hidden in the story are car marques and names, although not always with the correct spelling.

Read the story aloud (try to do the accents and voices if you can). Get the rest of the table to shout out when they spot a hidden name. The last one to shout takes a drink. If at the end of a paragraph you have smuggled a name past them they all take a drink. If you fail to smuggle any names past them you take two drinks.

Answers are at the bottom after the story.

Enjoy


It was already 5:25 and the consul was getting impatient. Where was Adam with those two cv's he needed? He opened the window 4 or 5 inches and the zephyr wind carried the sound of a Jazz singer from the civic square below, he knew the tune - it was 'Dat son 'o mine' by the Chevettes and it took him back to Cambridge and the East Anglia Fens.

Ah those undergrad days at Cardinal Wolsey College, sharing a room with Morris, "haven't seen him since that alpine golf tournament, what a triumph that was. We must hang out with him and Megan more often (on the other hand had he'd made the discovery that she could be a bit of a princess)."

The phone rang, it was Axel his driver, speaking in a heavy German accent. "Herr Ambassador ich haben ein problem mit traffic. Ve are 500 meters avay but cannot make any more transit. Ve double back and may back again in 20 oder 25 minutes if it does not rain because der vindscreen viper is kaput."

The long case clock between the stuffed heads of the impala and gazelle - he'd been a hunter once - chimed for 5:30. Damnation, at 18:00 he was due at the club - Manfred had promised to give him some daffodil bulbs.

There was a knock at the door - Mo Beele entered wearing a mini skirt. She was the alpha, beta and gamma of womanhood - what a minx! For some reason he thought she came from Bristol but it might have been Plymouth, anyway it was somewhere scenic.

"Here's those Lincoln sausages you asked for," Mo purred like a cougar. He blushed and offered her a seat but she explained she was about to leave. "Thanks for getting the sausages Mo, I've got nothing in the larder. I say you couldn't give me a lift could you - Axel's failed again."  Mo thought for a second and brushed down her skirt."  "Can you get into the back of my Twizzy? Some people thing it's a bit hairy but it's electric you know."  She looked down at his meat packet. "We can squeeze a few bangers in I'm sure."

Cedric gulped. Hang the polo club he thought, and for some reason he started to shake like a leaf.

ANSWERS

It was already BMW525 and the FORD CONSUL was getting HILLMAN IMPatient. Where was OPEL ADAM with those CITROEN 2CV's he needed? He opened the window RENAULT 4 or RENAULT 5 inches and the FORD ZEPHYR wind carried the sound of a HONDA JAZZ SINGER from the HONDA CIVIC square below, he knew the tune - it was 'DATSUN'o mine' by the VAUXHALL CHEVETTEs and it took him back to AUSTIN CAMBRIDGE and the East FORD ANGLIA Fens.

Ah those undergrad days at Cardinal WOLESEY College, sharing a room with MORRIS, "haven't seen him since that RENAULT ALPINE VW GOLF tournament, what a TRIUMPH that was. We FORD MUSTANG out with him and RENAULT MEGANE more often (on the other hand had he'd made the LAND ROVER DISCOVERY that she could be a bit of a AUSTIN PRINCESS)."

The phone rang, it was Axel his driver, speaking in a heavy German accent. "Herr AUSTIN AMBASSADOR ich haben ein problem mit RENAULT TRAFFIK. Ve are FIAT 500 meters avay but cannot make any more FORD TRANSIT. VW back and MAYBACH again in RENAULT 20 oder RENAULT 25 minutes if it does not rain because der vindscreen DODGE VIPER is kaput."

The long case clock between the stuffed heads of the CHEVROLET IMPALA and SINGER GAZELLE - he'd been a HILLMAN HUNTER once - chimed for BMW 530. Damnation, at AUSTIN 1800 he was due at the MINI CLUBMAN fred had promised to give him some DAF DAFFODIL bulbs.

There was a knock at the DORMOBILE entered wearing a MINI skirt. She was the ALFA, LANCIA BETA and LANCIA GAMMA of womanhood - what a HILLMAN MINX! For some reason he thought she came from BRISTOL but it might have been PLYMOUTH, anyway it was somewhere RENAULT SCENIC.

"Here's those LINCOLN sausages you asked for," Mo purred like a COUGAR. He blushed and offered her a SEAT but she explained she was about to leave. "Thanks for getting the sausages Mo, I've got nothing in the LADA. I say you couldn't give me a lift could you - Axel's failed again."  Mo thought for a second and brushed down her skirt."  "Can you get into the back of my TWIZZY? Some people thing it's a bit hairy but it's electric you know."  She looked down at his meat packet. "We can squeeze a few bangers in I'm sure."

NISSAN CEDRIC gulped. Hang the POLO club he thought, and for some reason he started to shake like a NISSAN LEAF.