Mornington Crescent....

[BratFarrarsPony]

Well as I won the last game fairly and squarely despite not being as quick as the old lags....I will start another game.

Gants Hill

Keighley, whose finest Dark Mild I consumed on Sunday afternoon. What a delight.

God's own country does not possess an Underground rail network, or above ground places where Oyster cards can be used, unless there is one in Mother Shipton's Cave. I am not going to stop to find out, but instead move back down south with the aid of the rail-link bus rule, and stop at Enfield Chase. Where fine libation can be had but a couple of steps across the road.

I raise you Potter's Bar and plead the 'eadaches.

As I'm a diamond geezer, I offer you

Hatton [Garden] Cross

Wrong airport Maud.

Luton

Now, this is scandalous. The Telly Vision thing has twice today given over great wodges of time to some "game" involving thirty grown men running around a field (one lot in Rome, I believe, and the other in some dreadful suburb of London) kicking and carrying a sort of overgrown egg-shaped object.

Meanwhile the Second Qualifying round of the Central Kazakhstan Under-18 MC Championship Cup passed with nary a mention! I would not mind but the Cardinal Archbishop and the Chairman of the Boiled Macaroni Board both went specially for this very important occasion, and have not been treated with the respect - nay, the reverence and adulation - to which they are entitled.

Please write to the Chair of your Parish Council and demand that all concerned be disembowelled. In public. On television.

The rule about reverting to the move before last has to come into play as there is more than one station to escape from in Luton. So we are back to the Piccadilly line where occasionally those whose offspring took part in the Central Kazakhstan championship use when travelling to the metropolis.

I think we have not moved eastwards along said part of the Piccadilly line this game and so feel free to move to Hounslow East. It is a bit near to the suburb where the oval ball game referred to was played yesterday, but I think we can avoid anyone who went to witness said event. Apparently the Scottish team have not won there since the days of Bannockburn or some time in Macbeth's reign.

A bit risky. Rayners Lane.

Now even the French and the Italians are playing that silly game - for goodness' sake who cares which of them "win"?

As pater is won't to say "those with brains play mc, those without kick balls around"
Well, thought I'd share this piece of rail history-bricked up since beechams depredations. And so to Peckham Rye.

Bold, OhWhat, very bold. I haven't seen such ingenuity since Andrew, Saints and the Vienna Boys Chair got stuck on the cable car on the way to the Gstaad seniors heat in '76. Three cheers for the Swiss Army penknife and its multiple gadgets is all I can say.

Warren Street

That of course would be the Vienna Boys Choir. I dare say they would have been far more comfortable, in the 72 hours they spent in the cable car, if there had been more chairs.

Chairs are for wimps Maud - there were plenty of straps to hang from.

You did not move! I claim my Associative Freebie to Hauptbahnhof Wien.

It is indeed a long time since I went to Vienna. So with reluctance I move back to the Uk and Beckenham Junction. As for cable cars, I now steer clear of them since the Innsbruck incident of 2009.

Innsbruck indeed. We all know which MCer was responsible and missing two goes was an altogether inadequate penalty. That poor dachshund! You just don't do things like that with a jar of Tesco own brand mustard. At least, not without inviting the press.

Dawlish

It is indeed a long time since I went to Vienna yes, it would be Saints. Tell me, when does the restraining order lapse?
A quick move before I have to go to work (I know, such a bind, I don't know how people manage "full time", I find alternate Tuesdays between February and June, Quite Enough)
A swift Oddfellows shuffle to Ealing Broadway.

An Oddfellows shuffle! How inspired! A lesser player would have fallen into the trap and played Hammerstein's Gambit, but you're too canny for that, aren't you, OhWhat?

Euston Square

I rather regret that Ohwat decided not to play a Hammerstein's. I haven't seen one since 1967 and it brings back memories of the anteater, the bottle of Bailey's, and the bearded lady who was Chairman, as we still said in those days, of the North Sussex County Council.

High Wycombe

High Wycombe? Before the Grand National? Are you sure?

Balham

No Maud it's after last year's Grand National.

Aylesbury

Horse races over jumps are not for me- strictly flat racing such as the Epsom Derby or the 2000 Guineas.

So to go to a station near a famous course, I go to Tattenham Corner

All right, who's for Uttoxeter then?

Uttoxeter, schmoxeter.

Newton Abbot

Well, if we are playing double barrelled Market Rasen. I have a good tip for the 2.30 there.

In which case, it must surely be

Haydock Park

Which allows us to come reasonably easily towards London and stop on the way at Wimbledon

Isn't that near another place where one those silly games are played which distract promising MC-ers from the Game of Games?

Rochester.

Ah a dilemma here, which depends on which route is assumed to have been taken between Wimbledon and Rochester. The multiplicity of routes is so great for this one that to cover them all would take even longer than the long game of MC in 1967.

I think we can somehow avoid that name of spin Ebbsfleet (Gravesend in reality) and get back to Greenwich where the DLR will await us should we choose to travel back north of the river.