If it's October it must be Mornington Crescent

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Although of course MC is a game for all seasons, I do have especially fond memories of an October championships in Wales and extracurricular… fun amid the greenery of a National Trust garden.

If I've missed anyone I do apologise; do round up any players you happen to see or hear of.

And I'll start with a lovely little move that the Reverend taught me.
Finsbury Park

A secondary reverse to Green park?

May I pop in and suggest a cheeky 'Canada waters'?

Ooh. Bold to the point of reckless!

Rotherhithe

Are diagonals in nip? If so I'll risk a cheeky .....Pimlico.

I am going to invoke the misspelt name rule so taking us back to Green Park before I make a move. I cannot imagine many of the players of the game of games in the area around Nailsworth/Forest Green to be vegan like the football club owner. Or wearing the bright colours of the football club.

Gloucester Road to view the art that adorns one of the platforms.

Gosh, I haven't seen such an exhilarating pace since the two batches of brownies got mixed up at the Pontypridd semifinals back in 2015.
I'm going to invoke Lassiter (1986) and move us to Streatham.

Ah, sunny St Reatham. It's but a short hop to

Balham

I believe a diagonal to Stroud may be in order

Been watching some archive footage of the 1967 nationals today - fascinating play, amazing what we can learn from days gone by. Inspired to play a Jenkins backhand to Knightsbridge.

Stanmore. Among whose leafy environs I spent a short time on Saturday.

Pip pip!

Heading onwards using the Armstrong variant to Victoria

I'd forgotten all about the Jenkins backhand! Funny how plays come in and out of fashion, but I suppose it's true of all elite games.

I'm going to date myself pretty definitively here by saying this next one is from my era, but it's clearly the best move for the circumstances, so:
A quadratic Minsk to Brondesbury Park

I'd be wary of that archive footage, Seaside1234. There's a certain clique within the game of games (I think you know who I mean) who say it was faked by foreign intelligence services (again, I think you know who I mean) as a means of spreading alarm and despondency during the Cold War. Personally, I always rely on the Journal.

Warren Street

Ah. Now then @GertrudeJekyllAndHyde Kim never mentioned that in his despatches...

Ravenscourt Park.

Kim was notoriously unreliable, whether playing the game of games or not.

Euston Square

He had an uncanny knack for spotting the moves no one else would have thought of, though. I remember one time thinking he was surely up a gum tree, and he came out with a blistering Upman's Reach to, I think, Park Royal, totally out of left field, and went on to win the tournament.

Penge West

Ahem. Hatton Cross.

The delightful hum of an old prop, the scent of aviation fuel. Chocks away!!

Not sure if we have to stick in zone 5 or 6 due to the autumnal equinox having passed?

Arnos Grove

No, I think we’re all right now. All this nostalgia makes a move to Walthamstow Central seem inevitable. I’m sure some of you will know why.

Not discussing it before the watershed, are we?

I’ll invoke the Square Mile and move to Liverpool Street

There are many aspects of the game of games (or, rather, its interpretation by certain notorious players) that cannot be discussed before the watershed. The pre-season friendly in Helsinki was a case in point.

Brixton

Frankly this is very dull with a lot of safe and, dare I say predictable, moves. It's almost as bad as the Welsh nationals in Rhyl in 1974 when the whole judging panel dropped off to sleep.

So to try and inject some excitement into the game:

Chalfont & Latimer

I missed the Welsh nationals in 1974 as I could not evidence my place of birth nor that of any of my Welsh family. A few months later my parents told me where the evidence was. At the time they were trying to encourage me to take part in more outdoor pursuits.

Chesham

I was taught to play by the late Lady Sandton, whom, it pains me to say, was a follower of the Newington rabble. That notwithstanding, she always favoured bold plays, and in her honour, I raise a glass and declare *King's Cross

Blimey, YellowPolka, that Lady Sandton? Is it true about the badger?

And Llyn, I’m sure your parents were thinking of your best interests in trying to get you to follow more wholesome pursuits. But the heart wants what it wants.

A transverse oblique to Pimlico