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

Ooh! Abergynolwyn

To get to deepest Wales must have meant a few changes and need of a night's sleep. MC is not a game associated with late nights as the effects of gin or other liquid pleasures can lead to incidents such as in the Nuneaton tournament of 1992.

I'm making the short trip back to Aberystwyth therefore for a hale and hearty breakfast.

By Wales you mean of course the West Midlands' Reservoir in Waiting. And it's in poor taste to mention Nuneaton '92. Nobody warned the Chair of the Magic Circle. Or the Chief Rabbi. They would have brought a change of underwear if they had known.

The next move is obvious but for form's sake: Cockermouth.

A charming place Cockermouth and well played sir: I applaud you, as you have clearly purloined the only copy of the 1748 Shoeburyness Underhand Slide Rules.

However, you are undone! I am it's original owner (somehow) and your man failed to secure pages 744/5, which in some unnecessary detail negates Cockermouth in favour of East Grinstead.

Ahahaha!

You have overlooked the Tunnel which used to lead out of EG through the Fourth Dimension and back to Cockermouth: recently diverted because of roadworks (now in their seventh year) to Hexham.

I think the closed line rule has to be played or else we are stuck. And this leads us to Bishop Auckland

Hey ho.

Billericay

Rail replacement buses take us to Newbury Park, and the Central line where the trains seems smaller than the other tube lines.

Since that station includes the name of two battles in the Civil War I call Dunbar.

Ancient time travel rules dictate delays on the line. Final decision expected in three minutes, minus one hour.

Time travel achieved. I call Hill Valley

I do not think that we can have stations that are not connected to somewhere in London by rail. So if we are to come back to the connected world and somewhere associated with fiction, then by moving back to Dunbar and coming down the East Coast mainline, we can end back in London and use the Circle line to Baker Street

Ooh. An opportunity for an Mumford's Obverse. Haven't had one of those since Helsinki in '53.

Temple

Helsinki ‘53 was declared heretical and void at Vladivostok ‘52 and you know it. And every station open or closed is connected to London notionally or otherwise.

Fratton - and we are all going to get off there!

Whatever you say, Andrew, Helsinki - and those magical times in the botanical gardens with the Adjutant General, the bassoonist and the fritillaria - will always be definitive for me.

St Leonard's, Warrior Square

Well, yes, the bassoonist was a jolly good sport about it. Most people would have given you a tongue-lashing. When could she sit down again?

Playing very, very carefully now: Battle

I'm just going to dive straight in here, before things go too far afield. This thread reminds me of my dear uncle who is, indeed, Bob, and therefore I have to declare:

Dimchurch.

Brilliantly played, KickAssAngel! Were you in Brussels in '87, when a lateral Minchin to Dymchurch brought the house down? In fact, was that you?

I'm feeling the locomotive love and so it's off to

Crewe

Brussels? Dear Lord, don't mention Brussels. And I think I should just add that when it comes to dear Uncle Bob, the preferred spelling is definitely DIMchurch.

However, moving on from Crewe, may I suggest a somewhat hesitant Stowe? I think I can get away with it, as the wind is from the West and it's a Sunday.

Brussels is the Continent's equivalent to Brighton: a town which is helping the police with their enquiries. The last mayor but three was a viciously good if amateur Crescenter. She once played Hamburg in reply to Frankfurt-an-der-Oder during the Second Week of Lent and it took three fire-engines to douse the conflagration.

I'm up for the big bold move to Alsager.

By the way, am I the first to get the email with the invitation to Spokane in '19? I am thinking what to wear for the Finals. Any ideas, people?

I am shocked to hear about the goings on in Brussels during the season of Lent. I suspect the Mayor might have been one of the few in that city to not speak fluent Dutch, which can cause issues when playing in tournaments in Gent or Brugge (as the locals call it).

I have not yet had the email and hope the Spokane organisers have made sure it does not clash with the Cricket World Cup in 2019, or the possible hiatus on 31 March.

Anyway, a short journey to Longport for a Sunday afternoon stroll before this pesky early darkness seems best.

"I am shocked to hear about the goings on in Brussels during the season of Lent.

Come off it, Maud, you were the prime mover of those goings on. And I have the photos to prove it. Every man has his price and the Cardinal Archbishop's was not high.

What is "cricket" and why does it matter?

I am going to have some fun with a Two-letter Transpontine Trip to Longford and I mean in the Emerald Isle, not near the bloody airport.

Andrew, dear, are you wearing your third-best monocle? If not, do ask Nurse to hand it over toot sweet. It was Saints, not me, who expressed shock. I was entirely blameless in Brussels, as I was in charge of keeping the adjudicators well-supplied with their customary Irn Bru and tequila slammers which, as you know, is more than a full-time job.

Cork Kent

Maud, rumour has it that you weren't just a mover, but a shaker as well. You need to up your alibi.

After a pint of the old Bacardi and Tizer, I'm going with

Darlington Bank Top.

I have indeed moved and shaken in many milieux - I am nothing if not adaptable and, when Heathrow was closed in '79 and they had to move the playoffs from the Grand Hotel Wiesbaden to the Nether Wallop pole dancing club (the only venue available at such short notice), I decided to give it my best shot - but I can only reiterate that the girl in the silver lamé boots, gogo dancing on the podium in Brussels, emphatically wasn't me.

Chester