Pinch punch - let's net get too wobbly - Mornington Crescent...

[Arlanymor]

Well good evening... I'll start without too much pomp and circumstance (because they cancelled the b*stard elephant). No I am fine, I AM FINE.

And find myself on the platform at Blackfriars... not sure if I am heading east or west...

I couldn’t see the former minister as a player of this game. On other types of amusement in which he may have partaken, I couldn’t comment...

Goodge Street

Good to see you again, DuckOnABike.

I think we should all remember that anyone can make an error of judgement and it is to their credit if they afterwards make amends by doing good works. Those players of the game of games involved in redecorating the Bridlington scout hut after that sorry business with the brass band and the consignment of meringues will be acutely aware of this, I’m sure.

Turnpike Lane

A good brass band was a part of the introduction at the 1955 tournament. The one where someone tried to move to Brill without invoking the closed station rule.

A move to Down Street with said closed station rule.

I love a good brass band! Still feel slightly bad about that incident with the Salvation Army band and the 2002 tournament though. I think some of them were rather shocked.

Following Llyn’s subtle move, I’m heading to Westminster.

I’m afraid I’m about to drive a horse and cart though all that subtlety and care!

Edgware Road

Euston Square.

Don’t ask, don’t tell.

The bus replacement rule comes to our aid as the Metropolitan line is closed today and takes us to Willesden Green.

She's a hoot, especially after a couple of gin and its.

Maud, that incident in Bridlington has certainly gone down in history. Or infamy, anyway. It did rather put me off pavlovas for a while, I have to say.

I'm making a pretty straightforward Parkinson's Line to Mile End

Well, she’s not the only one who becomes, shall we say, vivacious after a gin and it, is she? But I agree that, however much they may claim that what happens in Bridlington, stays in Bridlington, the long legacy of that incident proves that it does not. I don’t want to reopen old wounds, mental or otherwise, so instead will offer a downward Cokethorpe to

Poplar.

I think a short move to East India DLR will keep us away from any more gins.

Good heavens, I hadn't thought of a Cokethorpe. Congratulations on that,Maud.
I'll essay an Abbreviated Turn to Kentish Town.

I am taking the gift you’ve presented there @LittleBitofBread…

Mornington Crescent!

Oh, splendid, Muse!
I do see now what I did, but I also rather thought the Blacke's conundrum that was set up earlier might mitigate.
Live and learn, eh.

Congratulations, and please do kick us off anew.

Blacke’s conundrum is always, well, a conundrum! But High Barnet branch on a weekday tends to push it banks-wards.

Kicking off with A Jolly Jaunt to St James’s Park.

Picnics ahoy!

Oh, brava! Clearly my Cokethorpe was good but not good enough. Continuing the verdant theme, I present

Kew Gardens

So it was only a two month game, not like the 11 month one that saw my debut on MN.

Chiswick Park

Very nice, Tragic. Now let’s keep it stylish with a Volage Prism to Putney Bridge. It’s good to be back!

Oh, I say. Prisms have a dangerous tendency to send subsequent players into knockings, but I think I can circumvent that with a lateral downshunt to

London Bridge

I think the Jubilee line can help us here. Onwards and upwards we go to Neasden.

Llyn, that reminded me unavoidably of Teignmouth that time when the vice chair was, let's say, relishing her new role and power rather a lot, and refused exit to anyone who couldn't come up with a solution to the Mersea Problem.
They Shoot Horses, Don't They? came to mind.

In much more sprightly and less compelled fashion, I'm going to say Manor House.

I remember the incident, LittleBitofBread (have we met before, by the way? I suspect so). I did say at the time that the term vice chair had been taken all too literally.

A deep dive to Southfields

Ah. The vice chair. Last seen in the dock of the Old Bailey with their co-accused: the principal oboist, the chair of the select committee and the lord lieutenant. All the result of that tiny misunderstanding. So sad.

But let’s not dwell.

Turnham Green

West London can seem a long way from the centre and the said Old Bailey. Let us remain so and move to Northfields.

At first glance, this may look obvious, but beware the hidden trap:

Southfields