Mornington Crescent?!

[Eggsbutnobacon]

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

The mosquitoes are inactive on the second Wednesday of an odd-numbered month - I thought everyone knew that.

If it's elegance you want, elegance you shall have. Behold an Upwards Ratchet to North Wembley

Of course, I stand corrected.

I love this game, I went to the station to check in on Facebook and win for real last time I was in London, but I had completely forgotten about it until this thread :D

Andrewofgg I'm so sorry that I missed your question about the Archduchess: Alas she fairs ill, poor thing, since the incident of which you speak becake widely known she felt unable to brazen it out, and has been essentially in hiding with only a few essential servants to tend her needs: if Fortnum and Mason stopped deliveries I swear no-one would enter or leave the estate!

..with such sad news to impart I feel somewhat winsome, and will settle myself with a long walk in Regents Park

Hmm. Well. I see my options are quite limited, however with a brisk north easterly blowing and no sea warnings in place, Canary Wharf

rumbling, I believe that a sea warning is in place for Dogger, and consequently we should attend forthwith to the rigging at Greenwich

Now it is not flooded I shall to to Lewisham

I return to the fray having been denied victory earlier. Never let it be said that I am one to yield easily. Not that the same can be said of dear Maude but then one has to earn a living somehow and it does give her considerable access to Whitehall and No 10.
I play a staid Green Park, to celebrate this lovely spring weather.

How sad about the Archduchess. Tell her to give me acting whenever she wants and I will be happy to go round fir a chat. I will take the olive oil and the Encyclopedia Britannica and if she's still keeping the hamsters we can pull down the blinds and it will be like old times.

Stanmore, I think!

I beg your pardon, dementedma. What on earth are you trying to imply? Although I mostly live off the interest on my interest, I do have too a modest little job as professor of philosophy, a harmless and entirely respectable way of earning a small crust. Which puts me in mind of

Baker Street

Yes yes Maud. And any reports that you may have been seen sneaking out of the Stormont back entrance at a crucial point in the Good Friday negotiations are no doubt entirely fanciful.

A hanging traverse to Manor House, I think.

Confession is good for the soul. It was I who slipped out of Stormont inconspicuous in Maud's Garter robes and the gown of a Bachelor in Veterinary Surgery from the University of Uppsala. Obviously I cannot discuss why; I stand by the promises I made to the Chief Rabbi of Bulgaria which are sacrosanct to me.

Time for an Obverse Interior and I am going to live dangerously. Canons Park

Well it's a white knuckle ride this morning and no mistake!

A fast and furious caledonian road

Hey ho! Thank you, Andrew, for clarifying the matter of Stormont. Mind you, it cost me a pretty penny to have the rips in the Garter robe invisibly mended and some of the stains never came out. Thank Heavens for Sketchleys.

As this is clearly going to be a day for lightning moves, I'll lob in a reverse Sedgewick to

Holborn

Come off it, Maud, those stains were already there and I know the chemist in the back streets of Baku where you got the solutions made up. And the Permanent Secretary whose idea it all was.

Southfields - where else could it be?

I think, Andrew old boy, that you need to enrol on this fine institution's creative writing course or, perhaps, you've already done it, such is the elaborateness of your fictions. I distinctly remember, after the Tbilisi play offs that year, you spun us a barely plausible line about how you had been summoned to the bedside of your aged great aunt in Baku and dare not refuse, for fear of not receiving her pearls as a bequest on her eventual sad demise. None of us were fooled.

As the voice of moral rectitude here, I shall now play

Heathrow Terminal 4

Ha! I shall grab that opening with both hands!

Bank

You know Maud your powers of observation have never been the same since that business in Newfoundland, have they?

Do you not recognise the vision in the deep voice and purple and green wig who presides - pearls from Baku and all - over the horror story section of the creative writing course?

Why would I lie when the truth is so remarkable? Of course I sometimes disguise the truth - in mercy to some of our fellow players and you know who you are - who do not deserve the social and professional ruin which would follow if I did not, but that's an act of mercy.

Lambeth North hahahaha!!

I take Lambeth North with its proximity to the Imperial War Museum to be a very dangerous move. We all remember what happened in 1984 when the very possibility of future games of MC was threatened by a terrible misinterpretation of tea and biscuits at the cafe in the IWM. The green and purple wig that Andrewofgg reminds us of nearly caused this country to be at war with the people of Baku and their fellow Soviet citizens as they then were.

I better rescue all of us from the possibility of a diplomatic incident and move via Elephant and Castle and Kennington back to the sanctuary of Goodge Street

Well now,this is all very fascinating but while you were all involved in slanderous gossip, I undertook a silent nackfurkle under cover of darkness to.....

I adore reading the Mornington Crescent threads, absolutely bonkers but fabulously written!
May i sidle in with a well placed Hainault?

Too late kelper but please join the next thread. You will have grasped the basics by now. Just remember to beware of Rule 87(xii) which often catches newcomers out. Not sure what you mean by "bonkers" - this is the most serious thread on MC.

Well done dementedma - you snuck in under all our defences.

No doubt somebody will kick off another one soon.

A new thread for a new game Adrew? Goodness, but you've gone dreadfully modern inmy absence. I thought it was written in the bylaws that each thread must be continued to the very death?

Anyway, dreadfully sorry for my extended absence: I sent word via the under-secretary at the Consulate that I was called yo some urgent family business at the old estate, and if anyone thinks it was Mummy Pingu relapsing dreadfully with the cooking sherry and the 3rd footman they'd be absolutely right I'll give them what for!

A new game, shall we? Since it's Friday the 13th I believe all standing rules are null and void so I'll be bold (which is much the same as Mummy Pingu said to the footman, if rumours are to be believed), with

Tower Hill

I won! I won! I bloody won!
I mean, jolly well played everyone and I very much look forward to administering another thrashing in the next game, if any cares for another chukka?

Tower hill, eh? Well that's a brave stance to take in May, but as it's the 13th, and a Friday, I think we can probably make a go of it.
Lets get straight down to it and take a gander at the Duchess' primary move in the 62 parlour tournament shall we? I call Cockfosters!