THE WHOLE THING

The Knights of the Round Table were bored. It was raining, and their jester was visiting a sick aunt in Godalming.

'How about some magic?' suggested Merlin, standing up, but seeing Gawain roll his eyes, and hearing Lancelot whisper something under his breath to Galahad, the old wizard sat down again red-faced.

'What we need is a another quest?' suggested King Arthur, but the other knights just shuffled uncomfortably in their chairs at this idea.

'Look,' said Percival, rising from his seat. 'How many Holy Grails do we need?'  He walked over to a cupboard and opened it, and was almost buried in an avalanche of golden goblets.

'I see what you mean.' replied Arthur. 'Charades, anyone?'

Reluctantly, the others agreed.

'I'll go first.' said Gawain, dragging his bulky frame from its chair. And so it started ...

'Book.'
'Five words.'
'First word.'
'The.'
'The Once and Future King?'
'Yes!'

'Film.'
'One word.'
'Excalibur?'
'Yes.'

'Book.'
'What do you mean you three or four words?'
'La Morte d'Arthur?'
'Yes.'

'Film.'
'Six words.'
'Monty Python and the Holy Grail?'
'Yes.'

'Film.'
'One word.'
'Musical.'
'Camelot?'
'Yes!'

'Film.'
'Five words.'
'First word.'
'The.'
'The Sword in the Stone?'

'Yes!'

'Song.'
'One word.'
'Avalon?'
'Yes!'

'Film.'
'Two ...'
'First Knight?'
'Yes.'

'MERLIN!' shouted Arthur. 'How about some bloody magic?'

They all nodded.