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

Novices are welcome in MC- we have got over the shocking treatment that was given by the Major in 1965 to a newcomer (the word newbie was not common parlance then), and to be fair to the said Major, he apologised just after his semi-final defeat in 1998 for his behaviour back then.

Has to be the unimplemented extension rule given it is the last Tuesday of the ecclesiastical year. So off to Temple via Aldwych I go.

I play the Extended Name Rule to Bristol Temple Meads.

Saints - I think I know where you left the pot of striped paint!

Maud, I can't deny it. It was me in that breathtaking quarter-final. [modest]

I'm moving on to Plaistow. Thought I'd take advantage of the Jubilee being temporarily wild.

You are all in Nidd!

Morden

That's OK. Hansen's Amendment allows me to play a left to Finsbury Park and neatly avoid the problem.

Really Brats? Reeeeeeaaaalllly? On a Tuesday during November in a leap year, when all the members of the MC are currently en vacance in Bridlington? And Morden? My dear, don't let your early victory go to your head.
So from Finsbury Park to Green Park.

Gloucester Road, and don't spare the horses! (I know, it's a bit risky, but I checked the Half-moon Almanack for irreversibles and I'm fairly confident).

Thank's Maud - I have a secondhand copy of the 1977 Almanac, with "Mrs Trellis, North Wales" inscribed on the flyleaf. Unfortunately the whole section on approach-line play is missing and the section on Podmores, both modified and trad., has been defaced with very rude words, rendering it inexplicable.

And so I'm going make a very simple transfer move, hence Liverpool Street

That's too simple - Tollington's Protocol is still in force until 31 November, you know!

Let's make life interesting: Drayton Park Southbound.

And be warned: the ice cream cabinet in the shop is full and the Bishop is on his way!

I think whoever made the decision that trains should stop at Drayton Park at this hour and at weekends was not an MC player. So it must be that the London Overground rule comes into play and I am off to Camden Road. No sign of any secondhand books here and I can have a swift one in the Hawley Arms- probably the only MC player ever to set foot in the former residence of young singers and their friends.

Ah, dear Mrs Trellis. I remember only too well the occasion when she decided to enliven the junior all-comers MC championships (held behind the lesser marquee at the National Eisteddfod) by playing Land Of My Fathers on the musical saw. It almost put young Gethin off his stroke entirely, but he was able to marshal his thoughts and play a winning Turklington to Hainault.

I think it's about time we visited

Clock House

Poor Mrs Trellis. She never quite recovered from the shocking business of the Benedictine monk, the two-toed sloth, and the jar of Branston's, did she? I warned her that they were all three past their use-by date but she wouldn't listen.

South Croydon because it's so good when you get away from it.

So a good move is in order and taking advantage of the few trains that are running in the area today I am off to Epsom Downs

Maud never mind young Gethin what about poor little Angharad bach who was hoping to take her prize ewe to the Royal Welsh via Rayners Lane? Did that wretched Mrs Trellis even think of her? The incident with the Branstons was no excuse Andrew!

Mansion House

I believe the agreement was never to speak of Angharad again was it not, Brat?

Bit surprised no one has gone for Thorntrop's ballygaggle but perhaps there you go...

I'll give you Kensal Green and take my leave.

I raise you Kensal Rise.

Which reminds me. Another and lesser thread prompts me to wonder if the reason that Mr Assange has not been seen posturing at the Embassy window recently is that he is too busy playing the Game of Games. In fact I am sure of it and I know who you are. Put down that plate of boiled cabbage and the Azeri translation of Paradise Lost and attend to business, damn you!

There are ::gasps:: other threads? Surely not! What else is Mumsnet for, if not to find a meeting place for like-minded players of the ancient and noble game.

I bumped into Torquil de Vere Cholmondeley Bunforth (Bungo to his friends) in the queue at the Co-op tonight. He implored me to remind Andrew to return the stirrup pump and asked whether we were all still going to the pro-am tournament in Streatham next Wednesday. They say that chap off the telly will be there, in his usual disguise.

Turnpike Lane

Yes, well, the less said about Assange the better. (And I want my auntie's pearls back, you look shit in them)
We are on Mumsnet? I thought it was the Mornington Crescent, no fakers, no flankers, no messin', really truly ruly, honest injun, accept no substitute, not that bollix on the radiogram, reight proper Official Game on that Internet. What the hell does anyone else talk about?
Eastward we go, with an Uppingham flourish to Shadwell.

And tell Bungo if he brings the trifle, I'm in.

Bungo knows perfectly well which member of the clergy has the stirrup pimp and what she and her wife are doing with it. And what brand of ketchup they are wasting.

Goodmayes

I think that in honour of the late member of ELP (as they were sometimes known to prog rock afficionados) we should move via Romford to Emerson Park. Wearing a warm coat of course and none of these trousers that are 2 inches too short- why the Major's grandchildren are being copied a lot is beyond me.

My oh my, I haven't seen a game quite this bloody awful since the Runnemede Summit of '97. The Colonel does dispair.

Shidderkin shunt to Marylebone.

Bloody awful? How very dare you! There has been some exceptional play here, but maybe you can't see that, 001? You're possibly not up to date with the most recent innovations in the game. ::head tilt:: I don't recall seeing you at the Worksop Convocation when the latest updates were being discussed and maybe you haven't yet read Volume XXVII of the Consolidated Rules and Statutory Guidance on MC? It does, after all, take a lot of time and effort to reach the upper echelons of play and not everyone can manage it. ::condescending pat on the shoulder::

This should set the cat amongst the pigeons

Charing Cross

Well, seeing as I wasn't there - I am exempt form new rules, seeing as your club secretary has been a bit... slow... in circulating the minutes. Are you sure she's up tot he job any more?

A Harrington's Third Amendment to Blackfriars

I didn't think Harrington's was optimal when the District was running in hock?

But I think it's still OK as long as we avoid bindering. I'll say Ealing Common.