Mornington Crescent?!

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

West Croydon

And don't say I didn't warn you.

Ouch, Maud, that hurts. I seek solace and relief from pain in Henley-on-Thames.

Ahaha! The game is definitely afoot. And in the home stretch I see-but not yet, so I think a sashay north to Golders Green, invoking the Uxbridge and Dagenham rule which says "no moves south of the river on a Tuesday, because it's South of the river"
It will be a damn disgrace if the council get gongs for running about, top bombing and other minor distractions when frankly, the lack of MC honours has been a thorn in many sides for many years. If I have to see the raw hurt in Pater's eyes during another NYH list, I don't think I can cope (I shall be forced to spend the festive season in Cannes. Again)

It is definitely a warm evening for a stroll on the heath, which is easiest to access from Hampstead.

The spelling error rule forces me to go West to Hempstead

And at the risk of being utterly predictable

Hemel Hempstead

Oh dear, the twin initials trap.

Cardiff Central

So we must hasten back to the capital from the principality, and for the first time ever I visit Edgware Road (Bakerloo)

Edgware Road (B) for the first time on a Thursday in August?

Bold, Saints, very bold. But you know the consequence of your temereity and it has to be Nunhead - ghastly though the thought is.

I have been trying to go and see the Colonel but the Governor said she is in the hospital wing and will only eat birdseed. When she gets back to Purina visiting will be allowed again.

Ooh, the Uxbridge and Dagenham rule has inspired me...

Dagenham Heathway

I play this rule and move to Dagenham East

Dagenham Dock for the hat trick!

Twin initials will get you sent somewhere very nasty, WeDoNotSow and I feel the need to purge the game by playing

Shrewsbury.

See you all at the MC Bank Holiday special. Don't forget the dandelion and burdock and this time let's all arrange for someone to bail us out when the time comes. You who forgot last year, you know who you are, and you won't always be able to get away with it by kissing the station sergeant.

The nice direct train that does not stop at Watford Junction gets me back to London and I avoid the northbound platform on the Northern line at Euston by playing the last week's rail replacement rule and so end up at Camden Town without having to go through the station that shall not be mentioned.

Still trying to find a supply of dandelion and burdock or else I will be excluded from playing tomorrow.

There's a cache of it at Hounslow East but you'll need to hurry. The Bishop has heard about it and so has the Permanent Under-Secretary.

And yet the Permanent Under-Secretary is rarely seen on the dendelion and burdock-quaffing scene, as a creme de menthe/curacao spritzer with a side order of razor wire is more her thing.

Things seem to have gone haywire over the last few days so, to prepare us for tomorrow's MC-fest, I'll impose a little order with a Ludgrove Longitudinal to

Dollis Hill

Evening all. A shunt to Mill Hill East is called for at this point.

Maud The Permanent Under-Secretary is a master of disguise. Last time I saw her she was posing as . . . no. I will leave it there except that you have never seen her and all the Catholic Bishops at the same time in the same room, have you?

Southfields Where the crowds are gathering and the police horses are ready. One of them is a better amateur Crescenter than some of the pros - you have been warned.

Nearly a whole day at Mill Hill East. So time to play the Northern Heights extension rule followed by the rail replacement rule, and off to Belsize Park it is.

That branch is closed today and the bus has been diverted to Warwick Avenue - you should have read the posters. I appreciate that the ones in English would not have warned you - to understand what TfL is up to you need A-Level Sanskrit.

Anyone see the story about the Rear-Admiral in today's Mail on Sunday by the way?

Pure libel. It was a dalmatian, not a bulldog.

I heard it was a bullfrog, hence the eyes. Let's go wild, with Boston Manor

Oh dear, Andrew, you are doubly and mightily confused, first in thinking that today is Sunday and secondly in imagining that anyone other than the scullery maid's assistant would read the Mail. For me, it's always the Wall Street Journal and Cross Stitch Weekly, incorporating the Stonemason and Steeplejack's Gazette.

Balham, gateway to the South

It was Sunday in the time zone in my head, Maud, and that's good enough for me.

The scullery maid's assistant's assistant has standing instructions to bring the Young Master anything she finds in that publication which concerns anyone on a list of persons which had been provided to her. Of course she does not know why.

East Croydon - the Southnound side.

Well, at your time of life, Andrew, a certain amount of confusion is only to be expected, especially if Nurse has not been giving you your medication. That is a very big syringe!

As we are so much enjoying the delights of south London, I offer you

Penge West

Just back from a delightful August in the country, only marred by a little unpleasantness over the topiary. How was I supposed to know that what appeared to be a deformed otter was actually supposed to be a verdant likeness of dear Aunt Winifred? I would have stayed longer, but the port supplies ran out, I started to hear an unpleasant scritching behind the panelling, and my corset met a horrid fate at the hands of an over-zealous laundrymaid.

I see that Andrew has been trying to lure innocent punters into his fantasy world again. I shall have to set you all to rights with a vigorous Hamblesham to

East Putney