Anyone up for a game of Mornington Crescent?

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I'm starting with Bank.

Nice try Ma. But there's no fooling the old hands. Mater always told me to beware men who speak rudely to staff, don't tip or wear amusing socks (well, to be honest-just men) and anyone using a "spiritual" angle.
After the day I've had the only place to go is Mudchute.

Foul play! mudchute was played (irresponsibly) by pingu but two moves hence! Surely this kind of slack play cannot go unchallenged? I understand that fuckery has form and served her sentence in that Thai jail like a good 'un, but this is Britain!!!

surely there had been soe falling into Nidd here?

I am going to make a stupendous effort to right this madness and say Canning Town

Mea culpa. However in my defence, it has been a double Mudchute kind of day. Nidds not that bad, but the food isn't a patch on the Bangkok Hilton.

Canning Town the game resumes from. So but a short move to London City Airport via the DLR rule in case anyone wants to visit someone abroad.

As for the Hilton, well I don't even have knowledge of the new one in Rickmansworth, assuming that is not fictional.

Are the airports wild this moon phase? I can never keep track.

If so, factoring in the Kirkudbright sanctions (fourth revision), I reckon from London City Airport there is but one option: the millionaires' playground of Debden. Hope we've all got our protective knee-wear.

Moon is waxing cresecent PlausibleSuit as well you know, making airports not only wild, but positively rampant! Therfore the only decent thing to do is to play a similarly ante-penultimate stop, and take us to that garden of earthly delights known as

Harlod Wood

Hmm. I’ll overlook the typo and give you

Chancery Lane

I think that we must stay underground or at least find some shelter amidst the rain. Playing the closed stations rule I move to British Museum.

I’ve checked and double checked and the nearest I can get without causing a triple injunction is

Camden Town

Apologies for absence. Cursed customs impounded a parcel sent to me from the attache in Buenos Aires and had the damn temerity to question the legality of the contents. Fortunately Barty Smellingham owed me a favour for keeping his dalliance with the belly dancer and the boa constrictor out of the red tops, so he was able to apply some legal muscle and the goods, erm gift, was returned to me un opened. Quite exhausted I play a gentle paso doble to morden while I revive myself. sniff.

Moorgate There I said it. Lets have no further messing about. There has been Quite Enough of That in my opinion..

(I've had a hard day with the Brigadier teasing poor Pug again)

Ah, yes. We were aware of your, ahem, habit, dementedma, and it was lucky for you that dear Barty was able to intervene on your behalf. Let’s go to Barty’s stomping ground

Sloane Square

Sloane Square?

Right, this calls for a quick consult of my Peter Jones commemorative rulebook.

Ah. I see. Very interesting play, Maud. I thiiiiiiink you were attempting to provoke a SW1W - or 'sweew' - subterfuge by playing a prime location square within the hour before midnight, thereby creating a nominative - also known as a 'golden' - box.

If you'd been successful, you'd have inverted all cut-and-cover lines and turned the Bakerloo line squeamish for a fortnight.

However, Sloane Square is in fact a) a rectangle, and b) a roundabout. Its sides do not achieve equal length, even during the pre-witching hour. Ergo: no golden box. Nice try, though. Devilish bad luck it didn't work.

So, after a quick kefir break at Daylesford Organic we'll don our false hipster beards and £6 coffees and bang things over to Shoreditch High Street.

I shan't patronise any of you by further explaining my reasons.

Kentish Town. Deal with it.

Dealing with Kentish Town used to involve a pint at the Oxford public house, not far from the library, where I met for the first time an MC player who had lived in Hull (they do exist).

However, I should move northwards and go to the place nearest to MN Towers, Highgate.

TWENTY P!

A quick evening

Bank.

To get the direction of play moving in a perpendicular hexagonal fashion.

I have it on very good authority from none other than Julian and Sandy (themselves past masters of the game of games) that Sloane Square is a bona move at any time of day. So, ignoring your misplaced aspersions I shall move us to

Hainault

I’ve just watched a white pigeon step lightly off the train at

Fairlop

Aha! *debenhams", that's your second play of Fairlop this game. Now, one might get away with it if you're used to playing in the less salubrious MC salons (don't deny it, dear, we all saw you slink away from the Vice-Chancellor's Michaelmas party with the Effington-Whitthrops in the general direction of the Porter's Lodge, so only one conclusion can be drawn from the whole sorry affair), but in this refined and masterful rendition of the game it simply Will Not Do! Nidd for you, a three-play stay if I'm not mistaken!

Let me see if i can set the play back in motion along a less upsetting line - one musn't forget that Maud promised to bring the Dowager Duchess along to observe play, and that great lady is generally of a nervous disposition in May, for reasons best known to all seasoned players.

With Morton's Convention in play, and Beeching's Rule declared void, the only sensible move is High Barnet

In which case, the Dowager Duchess commands that we make haste to that fair gateway to the south,

Balham

I'm whacking straight back to Oval

The Brigs got a lunch on with a couple of old teammates, from the old Rhodesia Rams XI who are over, .. and as its Friday, I'm going to take the opportunity to check out a couple of googlies with young Pennington-Squires behind the pavilion,

From Oval I have been summoned to attend my dearest sisters gaff at Caledonian Road. Obviously it's best to be safely esconced before night fall.

Caledonian Road is best played on a Wednesday the week after the Northern lights are visible. Otherwise the great argument at the 1994 Helston tournament could be revisited.

Quickly moving to Finsbury Park and then to Southgate

Ah, but dearest sister is only At Home on a Friday in the first quarter of the month. From there along the river on such a pleasant evening to Greenwich. You know why.