Mornington Crescent?!

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Will somebody please please explain to me what this is all about?

It's only been a silent order since she joined and then it's only the others who are silent because they cannot get a word in edgeways. They have wired up her jaw to a generator and offered her to the National Grid. Still, she's a good sort, as long as nobody gives her toasted teacakes and after Ballachulish '98 nobody ever will. They say that NASA claim you can see the damage from earth orbit.

On the Oblique Diagonal to Kilburn Park.

The play 'Once a Catholic' is set in a school not too far away from Kilburn Park- indeed were the bus replacement rule in place it would be a simple journey. I fear it is not today, despite the disruption to the Northern line which sources close to it advise may continue into next week, nearly as long as the pertubation of 1938 caused by the person who played MC without a warm coat in February.

Pope Paul VI's envoy to England (or was he an ambassador?) agreed to drop the use of Latin so that all of the Roman faith could play MC on a Sunday. It is a short journey I make along the Bakerloo line at this point to the then leafier area of Kensal Rise.

Paul VI was a good amateur Crescenter - there are some of us who think that he chose the wrong profession. It is now of course public knowledge that when he became the first holder of his job to travel outside the Vatican since I know not when it was because he wanted to go incognito to local MC events. He did Jerusalem '64 and I cannot forget the applause when this unknown visitor played Muswell Hill after some clever Dick played South Wimbledon and thought he would be home next turn.

Gainsborough. HA!!

I would think his Holiness would have been pleased to see a move to a place where the local football team's name is Trinity.

However, via March and Cambridge I return safe to the eastern parts of our capital and the newly reopened station of Lea Bridge

Lea Bridge sounds like a local councillor in those unlovely parts.

Leagrave

And from there, to

Lee

Yes, it exists, I found myself there once after a few too many sweet sherries in town with persons who must (for legal reasons) remain nameless. But the less said of that, the better.

My my we are tenacious. . Thought everyone had sojourned to their various summer retreats. I for one managed a brief break from the humdrum, thanks to a certain very kind high court judge who allowed an early break from that damn tag. We'll know who and we all know why.
Hmm, I'm a bit rusty (that bottle of pre 1920 absinthe is to blame. Let's just say Bunty) so I'm going for a simple, yet dare I say classic Ffarquar-Neri diagonal to Regent Street.

Regent Street- you've been playing the Night Bus rule a bit early in the evening, and in two weeks time you'll have the Night Tube. So in anticipation I move the short distance to Tottenham Court Road

TCR during the Olympics is frankly a bit infra dig. So long as this ghastly spectacle in Rio continues Annex XII to Rule 382(14) is in force and for better or worse we must abide by it in the spirit and in the letter.

Slinky good news about the tag. I won't reveal (at least not here and not while sober) who the judge thought you really were. You would have thought that elegant moustache would have been some sort of clue but there you go.

Carlisle.

If we're surfing the Olympic tide, it has to be

Dalston

And then going via London Overground to view the 2012 stadium from Hackney Wick

I play a Caledonian Abbreviation to Wick.

I play the RMT strike rule and am off to Southwick on one of the few trains left running in Sussex.

As play is rather sluggish at the moment (no doubt because of the industrial action), I'm going to pep things up with a twisted Perlman - remember the frisson when the maharajah played the same move in Frinton in '73? - to

Southwold

Southwold! Southwold?!? What are you thinking of woman? In August? Dear gods the world's gone doolally tap. I must rectify this heinous act immediately by enforcing the Rigby intercession thereby going directly to St Pancras.

Of course Southwold - I'm planning to waft around in my Boden sundress and Joules flip-flops. Your reaction, though, is exactly what the maharajah encountered in Frinton in '73; he ascribed it to jealousy from those who lacked the audacity and originality for such an unconventional move. But, as a conciliatory gesture, I offer you instead

Monument

Well, of course, the Maharajah was never the same after that business at Six-Fours-la-Plage with the poodle and the bah of Shreddies - which was all the fault of the neighbours' au pair.

Monument during the rush hour incurs s minor fault so as Sandy said to Julian ^😄

Sorry.

Purge yourself.

Golcar.

Wafting, in England! Surely not allowed since the break-up of the Beatles. If a rare exception can be made, then I think we must invoke the London Overground rule and be off to Crouch Hill

Dear, dear Julian and Sandy. Such charming boys. How well I remember their success in the mixed doubles in Stoke on Trent in '64, when Sandy played a treble Worthington to Billericay and Julian followed it up with a demi-lunge to Holborn Viaduct. There was certainly a lot of wafting then!

But I digress. Mercury is retrograde and the Central line is in stebbings, so it has to be

Sloane Square

The Colonel has very firm views about wafting.(well it's hard to do anything else in a size 18 tutu).
Maud that is more like it! From there tis but a hop skip and par de deaux to Goodge Street.
Speaking of that event in Brazil, did we ever get a straight answer from the IOC about MC inclusion? I know the appropriate "fund raising" was done yonks ago, so what's the hold up?

MC was scandalously omitted from the 2012 Games, which with the addition of the new platforms at Stratford and the new bits of the DLR would have attracted new players. Let's hope that a 2024 Olympic bid can be made and it form a part of the Games for the first time since 1948.

Pas de deux? The Colonel probably would welcome a trip to the ballet but not the walk from Goodge Street to get there. So in the interests of his hip problem I shorten his walk by a journey to Covent Garden

Hadn't you heard? The Colonel has just got a place in the corps de ballet for a rather challenging new work - Five go mad en pointe: Alienation and nihilism in the works of Enid Blyton - to be performed in a former abattoir on the Balls Pond Road. He's rather looking forward to it. As you know, interpretative dance has always been his thing and the mauve body stocking he'll be wearing suits him to a t.

So, in celebration of all things Terpsichorean,

Heathrow Terminal 4

Unfortunately the Olympic bid was pipped at the post by some pastime called "chess" or something of the sort - something new and modern, anyway. Having said that I wonder if the Olympic classes - many of them the sort of people who have one of those Telly Vision things in their homes - would ever come to appreciate the subtleties of the game.

Good news about the Colonel! I know that abattoir - it's redolent of the ghost of D H Lawrence who rented a room behind the manager;s office to write reams of mercifully unpublished verse. His computer and mobile phone are still there.

Heathrow T4 is so Seventies. Look to the future, to the station which will one day serve Boris Island.

I think we should be avoiding the Boris Johnson rules at all costs, and visit somewhere near the abattoir in which this new ballet masterpiece will be performed. It is only a short bus ride from Leyton