A pre-festivities sharpener of Mornington Crescent?

[MarkWithaC]

Unfortunately I was absent for the thrilling climax to the game yesterday, and offer belated congratulations to LlynTegid. It's not often you see that move deployed with such laser-like accuracy.
A last hurrah before we all disperse for our traditional mid-winter break? (I'm for the Canaries this year with the curate and his new-ish special friend, a dear young man).
I'll start us off with a good invigorating Hudson's Cast: Goodge Street.

Delighted to see you again, TragicMuse. I’m sworn to secrecy over those, um, upsetting world events, although I’d be happy to meet you in Liberty’s tea room for a discreet and off-the-record debrief. I’ll be the one wearing a Homburg, Burberry trench and lime green feather boa.

Delighted to meet you, too, VixenMortar. There are so few people who’ve been on the MC circuit as long as we have. Inspired and liberated by that deft triple Euler:

Turnham Green

Oh, I say, Maud! That does take me back, to the Viscount's heyday and his après-game soirees and the garden with the swing seats...

But! Nostalgia does one no good.
Dagenham Heathway. And before anyone points it out, yes, I know, but there's an Occidental Red to consider.

I think Westbourne Park as it is a long time since that move was made, infamous when played in the 1991 tournament when the Major was so upset.

Ooh very nice, Llyn. A clever move, but that 1991 tournament was a bit too eventful for my liking. I don’t think the Major’s mother ever got over it and they had to have the Persian cats rehomed and I believe they were terribly expensive.

A classic Shufter’s Reach to St John’s Wood

Oh easy peasy! I know it's obvious but it just has to be Shenfield

Yes, I would have found that hard to resist too, Muse.

Perivale, with the help of the lovely angular created by that last Arnfeld's Sequence.

Let’s not overcomplicate things:

Leicester Square

OK:

Sudbury Town

The outer reaches of the Piccadilly line for some strange reason are places where players of the game of games are rare. Never fathomed out why.

Ruislip Manor

I did know a marvellous man in Ruislip. It was quite some time ago now, but I still remember it fondly, and can't look at Rowse runny honey in quite the same way…
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Sorry!
Upney.

Naturally, then:

Totteridge and Whetstone

Just darting in with a swift adverse canteloupe to Farringdon

Oh, super. And thence a longitudinal shunt to

Tower Hill

Yay! Dagenham East!

Wahoo! That move has freed up several enticing possibilities, of which I shall select the most complex:

Hainault

Indeed a complex move and difficult to know which rules have been played. So a simple move to Gants Hill.

Muse, that's delightful. Haven't seen one of those played in this context since the 2018 final at the vicarage. I remember the curate became unusually thrilled and— well, I'll draw a veil.

Wapping

I’ll now essay a whopping (geddit) lateral Worthington to

Osterley

Delicacy prevents @MarkWithaC absolutely. That curate was quite the adventurous young chap...

Park Royal

Back down the line and west to Ealing Broadway.

Muse, the current incumbent seems to try his hardest to match up, as you'll know if you've ever been to any of his cheese and wine nights (I no longer attend, after the contretemps over the Bath Olivers and who put the Stilton where).

Lovely move, Llyn, very perceptive.
I'm playing Chigwell, largely because I have a Second Farrow to use up.

Chigwell? Really? Let’s hope we can retrieve the situation with one of the Marchioness’s signature moves, an upward plough to

High Barnet

Yes, I well remember darling Popsy making that move at the summer gathering in St Ives about twenty years ago. It hadn't occurred to me before, especially considering the Northern line vector, but once he'd played it it seemed obvious.
I do miss the St Ives gathering. I know it couldn't realistically continue after what Mrs Uppington said about the housekeeper, but it's sad nonetheless.

Anyway.

Sloane Square (speaking of vectors).

Greetings one and all! I write from the sunny climes of the Italian Riviera, so beloved of the dear departed Duchess.

A Burlington Toodle is in order, I believe, leading us to Mudchute.

Ah, the Italian Riviera! So many happy memories of playing the game of games there, on the terrace of the Contessa’s charming villa. It was always so, um, lively when the Duchess was there.

Russell Square