It might on the Northern Line but eventually we all go to Mornington Crescent!

[TragicMuse]

Quickly setting up the new thread before we run out on the previous!

The Major seemed to be too fond of quoting edicts during several of the tournaments in the 1990s. Some behind his back called him the Edict Major, especially after he used the Southend District line rule.

Putney Bridge

I’m sure the Major made up at least half of them @LlynTegid!

Par example, bouncing a lateral at High Street Kensington has always been permitted between Rogation Sunday and Michaelmas, His Excellency and the Grande Dame frequently bounced laterals in tandem, to the delight of all present.

On which note, Chalk Farm.

People have called him worse than that, Llyn, I can tell you.

I'd quite forgotten about the Grande Dame, Muse; how is she this weather?

I think I have to say Warwick Avenue, although I'm aware of the possibility of a Bark's Slide.

Kensal Green seems a short move appropriate for a Friday afternoon.

The major is a scoundrel and the Grande Dame is a minx, and that is all I shall say until the embargo is lifted on volume II of my memoir.

Holborn

Volume II @ComeIntoTheGardenMaud? I can’t wait! I’m still aghast at most of your revelations from Vol. I! With the notable exception of the Equerry. We all knew exactly what he was like!!

Mudchute.

Yes, TragicMuse. Having been deeply involved in it for so many decades, I find I need several volumes in which to express my musings and reflections on the game of games and the many illustrious personages I have met through it. The Equerry will not be so prominent in volume II but I shall have plenty to say about the Marquise and especially that sad business with the oysters.

Using Penhaligon’s Lateral:

Stepney Green

The sad business with the oysters . . . .oh dear. Will you be addressing the awful manifestation of the Archdeacon's previously quiescent seafood allergy in the middle of a perfectly innocent discussion of the Sherwood Exception?
A Piaffe to Bromley by Bow.

I would have done, Vaguelyclassical, but m’learned friends advised against it.

Bank

I am going with the aid of the DLR rule to move to somewhere more associated with jellied eels instead of Oysters, even though you can use an Oyster card to get there. Not sure if the pie and mash shop opens on Sundays.

Greenwich DLR

Sunday Pie and Mash - memories of a simpler time.

Those were the days (before the Harrogate debacle) when it was so easy to decide your next move without the DLR confusing things.

Back then I’d have said Charing Cross without hesitation but those days are long gone. I’ve given it a lot of consideration and I’m going to risk Chancery Lane.

This actually happened to me and my dear friend Hazleton in the bosom of the Society of Antiquities in 1982, and how we all laughed! I had to be helped down the dapple-lit autumn street, quite in my cups, to the inelegant but conveniently placed station known as

Piccadilly

which I would argue does fit with the Sunday parabola exemptions.

Indeed it does, Crowing. Very elegantly done, if I may say so (even if that wasn’t true of the incident with the trestle tables).

Hoop-la to Russell Square

By the way, I am very much looking forward to volume II, Maud. I want to find out if it’s true about the Major’s au pair girl and the Old English Sheepdog. I do hope you get the embargo lifted soon!

The less said about Old English Sheepdogs, the better, I think.
A modest meander to Holborn to call on dear Sir John Soane.

I'd heard that it was a Bearded Collie.
It is true though that the au pair returned to Switzerland rather sooner than had been initially anticipated.
Maud, I still treasure the uncorrected proof of your first volume. Such a kind gift. It was interesting to see the rather heavy changes and excisions, in the final published version, from your recollections about the squire and the racehorse after the 2017 summer fete.

Anyway.
Edgware Road

As you know, AlwaysExtraHot, I aim to please. Always.

Great Portland Street

I believe I heard that story as well, Always. The squire still refers to it as the fête worse than death.

A simple Longman’s Reach to Chalfont & Latimer

Duck, I've certainly been to a few of those. Often the ones involving the chaplain's old housekeeper. I shall say no more.
I'll take a descending quadratic to Hatch End.

Oh but didn’t she make the most divine Bath Buns? The chaplain’s old housekeeper, that is. Such a light hand.

I believe she was pensioned off quite generously and settled with her sister in Hainault.

There was an incomplete station name unless the tram closed lines rule was being played, which caused consternation when played at a tournament in 1963 just after the last trolleybuses had been withdrawn. The three moves rule does make it valid though as no-one challenged.

A quick reverse to Leytonstone.

Muse, I was never favoured with the chaplain’s old housekeeper's Bath Buns (long and sorry story). One did hear a fair amount about her hands though.

Watford, taking advantage of its periapsis.

I was always impressed by the old lady's cheese scones. As was, almost deliriously I believe, the American Ambassador.
But the Special Relationship was different in those days.
Harrow and Wealdstone.

I cannot look a cheese scone in the face these days. What's done it is Arundel in 2022, during an Assizes on the subject of the Metropolitan line in light of Hartmann's Edict. It did start as a perfectly innocuous tea break.
Bow Road

Tea break? I’ve heard it called many things, but tea break?

Clapham South

I understand the technical expression is PNR, physical needs relief. Though that can of course be misinterpreted by someone not au fait with the game of games or the operational railway.

Tooting Broadway