If it's October it must be Mornington Crescent

[MarkWithaC]

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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

Oh golly without going straight to Nidd I am going to neatly side step to Seven Sisters

Mark m’boy, delightful to see you! And you escaped the Brigadier? Hopefully unscathed.

An old favourite for me…

Finchley Road and Frognal.

Thank you, Muse, for your welcome and your concern, but all is perfectly well. The Brig and I have an understanding (some say deal; they are incorrect, I assure you) that goes back to incidents at the Towcester autumn fixture in 1998. Some on this board will remember it.
I'll say Goodge Street, with Archibald's last theorem but one in mind.

A quick escape west to West Acton.

Good to see you back, Mark. Was the Brigadier’s nurse with him? He’s always seemed like a very accommodating kind of chap and not averse to a pina colada or three. Which reminds me:

Brixton

Thank you, Gertrude! The Brigadier had something of an entourage, actually – yes, including the nurse, although his tastes run more now to a negroni (I think Stanley Tucci has had something to do with that). Lovely chap, although not a connoisseur of the Game.

Pinner, using a half-Napoleon.

The outer reaches of Metroland did attract a certain kind of person, at least whilst there were steam trains for part of the journey. Indeed had it not been invented earlier, I am sure there would have been arguments in the 1920s and claims to be the inventor of the game of games.

Northwood

Do you think, Mark, that Signor Tucci might be a devotee of the game of games? One can but hope.

Sloane Square

I'm thinking that invoking the Crawshaws code I feel I can go to Lancaster Gate without too much frisson!

Gertrude, one hears some things that suggest that he is rather too busy – well, distracted, perhaps – with, let's just say, less cerebral pursuits to devote himself to the glories of MC. I say no more.

An inward spiral to Tower Hill.

I would contend that the contemplation of decent pasta can be entirely cerebral…

Green Park

Couldn't agree more! The pursuits my informers allude to are rather more extracurricular.

An eight-part shunt to Liverpool Street

I do hope my comments on Stanley T haven't killed off the thread?
Or my last move, which, granted, was a little unconventional.

Your last move was a little outré, Mark, and then there’s the not insignificant matter of you interjecting in the game without playing a move. Even the most broad-minded of us would struggle with that, but I am in a conciliatory mood so will say no more and play a double reverse to

White City

To defend my corner, I did play a move in all but my last (slightly pitiful) post appealing for continuation.
But yes, an eight-part when there's no preceding Tomlinson's to hang it on is not particularly conventional, I do concede.
I'll play a straight bat this move and just go to Mile End.

Elegant in its simplicity!

right back atcha with

Kilburn

Huh, I can only counter with Dollis Hill (this game is getting very fast and furious!)

It is, isn't it!

I'll slow things down a bit with a cacciatore to Ealing Broadway.

Ealing Common.

Chiswick Park

Gosh, Muse, I wasn't expecting a differentiated Puck after that move of Llyn's! Extremely creative; I take my hat off.
I feel a little outclassed, but will soldier on and say White City, although I know that puts me in danger of falling foul of Nielsen's Drift. Nothing ventured nothing gained, eh?

Really, Mark? White City so soon after my own move there? Nielsen’s Drift for you, then. I shall play a demure Hamilton to

Kennington

Entirely my slip-up, and I can only say that events vis a vis Singapore continue to claim my attention and, frankly, exercise my patience.

I'll play a Swedish Left to Tottenham Court Road.

I do hope the Singapore situation resolves itself soon. It does sound…well, one hears things you know. I’m sorry the Brigadier was so tiresome. He needs a firm hand - firmer than the nurse can provide, from what I know of him.

All that to provide some distraction while I saunter to Dollis Hill. Yes, I know, some of you will spot the flaw in this, but third Sunday of Lent allows. Cardinal’s Rules. Little known, very useful to the catholic player in any game.

To be perfectly honest, the Brigadier and firm hands was rather the problem. And there I shall draw a veil.

Royal Oak