Mornington Crescent - Round 2

[Vital Spark]

Goodness me, I have a glass or two of Bolly, a little snooze and find myself in Gospel Oak - how they heck did I get there?

I do apologise if some of you had to sling me over your shoulder, but the picnic and the sunshine just got to me. I must have suffered sunstroke or something. I have vague memories of Arsenal, Grange (or was it Gant's) Hill, Tottenham Court Road and Leicester Square, oh, and Waterloo and a quick hello to Golden Brown.

Need a coffee - a strong black one, I think I'll just pop down to a little coffee shop I know in

COVENT GARDEN

[Condoking]

VS what's this going back to your hippie days, getting a bit of flower power in Covent Garden. I reckon you and DT like taking a risk or two, so Tally ho, bottoms up to the Bolly and off to Chancery Lane we go.

[dtaai-maai]

VS, rest assured you were "handled" with respect.

I don't know, I keep getting whisked back into the centre of town, and I hate it. All those people, the traffic, the noise. Time for some fresh air and fun - no, not Blackpool -

Richmond

[Vital Spark]

The strong black seems to have done the trick, and I'm raring to go again. Thank you DM for putting my mind at rest about the blurry bits. Mr.C. I would have loved to have been a hippy, but arrived too late.

I've been thumbing through the 2007 County Edition of the MC Rules, not really difficult for my county as it consisted of one A4 sheet of illegible scribblings.

It did, however, mention that I (as a Suffolk lass) should proceed, at least once, to a station bearing the name of a town within the county of which I was born. I do hope that the rest of you have read, and digested this latest addition to the MC rules (obviously pertaining to your native county). Hmmm... may put one or two of you in a spot of bother...

I'm merrrily skipping up to:

SUDBURY TOWN

VS

[dtaai-maai]

1. The strong black seems to have done the trick...

2. It did, however, mention that I (as a Suffolk lass) should proceed, at least once, to a station bearing the name of a town within the county of which I was born.
VS

1. Yes, I'd heard something to that effect...

2. A Suffolk lass? And here am I, trying so hard to protect your reputation.

I know I said I didn't like the centre of town, but I didn't mean I wanted you to take me to the back of beyond. Sudbury Town, indeed. I shall instantly whisk us all off to...


Hampstead Heath!

[komfortablynumb]

Hampstead heath.
Oh what a lovely destination on this beautiful sunny sunday.
lots of posh bolly. So posh, the cucumber sandwiches not only lack the crusts. But even the bread.
At least the cucumber is organic.
You can all sit on my blanket.
As you can see it is pretty impressive all 50 acres of it.
Made of natural fibres and dyed to blend in with the landscape.
It is nearly invisible.
If you see someone in the bushes, being furtive.
It is problay George Micheal.
Invite him over. Explain we are having yet another MC picnic and he may sing.
Then we can call it a convention.
Of course it has a down side. We would need to make more rules.
And the last thing MC needs is more rules.
I must propose Kings X
Unfortunately there is track work going on.
So instead of going by bus (sorry if that word offended anyone)
I will invoke the involuntary static movement rule.
As used only once before . In 1968. In the summer of love. When the wrong flowers were on the line.
So it can only be.
Hampstead Heath.

[Vital Spark]

Another picnic - what fun!

DM: I'll ignore your comment about my fine county. I will, however, remind you that we probably saved you during WWII - but that's another story (you were obviously too young to appreciate it).

I'll lay off the bolly this time, and just soak up the sun on K's wonderful blanket. It did take me a while to find you, a smidgen of sunshine and all and sundry are out to catch the rays.

It was the singing that attracted my attention, I think that George had started it off and had since departed - he said he really needed the loo...

The 'static movement' rule is a classic. But I do get a tad bored staying at one place too long.

If you'll excuse me, and I'm fully compos mentis, I'll leave the rest of you singing (badly) Cowboys and Something, I'm off to:

WATFORD

P.S. I know it's the back of beyond. My ex.boss had his Ferrari stolen from here. It's just a quick stop to catch up with some old workmates.

[dtaai-maai]

Actually, it was "Home, home on the range...", but it's quite clear that you don't appreciate a finely honed male voice choir when you hear one. George was sent away because he was singing flat.

Interesting that your ex boss'es (grammar help, please...) Ferrarri was last seen on the bypass between Cha-am and Hua Hin. Did you part on good terms?

Watford was sly, I grant you, but I think you'll find PUTNEY BRIDGE may be a bridge too far...

[Vital Spark]

"Where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day."

I certainly appreciate, and love, a finely honed male-voiced choir - but you lot sounded more like rugby fans - on the way home...

Seen the weather reports - bad news for the next day or two. Torrential rain, winds, etc. Time to batten down the hatches (thank goodness we're travelling underground). A bridge is not a good idea DM - I suggest we seek refuge (rule 45.3 of the Emergency Contingency Plan).

I have some flasks of tomato soup, warm blankets we can all snuggle under and some Sudoku puzzles. What more could you want?

Hang on a minute, I haven't told you where we're heading.

How about WIMBLEDON?

It's not too far away, and if there's a break in the clouds I'll challenge you to a game of tennis. If you're up to it...

VS

P.S. DM: You asked for help - boss' or boss's. And, Ferrari (double 'r', single 'r'). And, the stupid little 'joy-riders' (this is true) burnt the clutch out - obviously more used to XR3's, and probably couldn't reach the pedals properly.

[dtaai-maai]

1. P.S. DM: You asked for help - boss' or boss's.

2. And, the stupid little 'joy-riders' ... probably couldn't reach the pedals properly.

1. Yeah, but I bet you looked it up...

2.



Now come on, VS, you know as well as I do that rule 45.3 of the Emergency Contingency Plan was drawn up for the use of the Underground (Gawd Bless 'Er) in case of air raid by enemy aircraft of a Nazi persuasion (oops, I forgot - don't mention The War). Or was that rule 45.2...? Damnit, now you've got me confused!

Botheration! I'm off (in a huff) to

Borough



P.S. A tot of something in a hip flask would go down nicely.
But not sang som.
Something single and maltish and ending with -ie or -ich sounds good to me.
I think I'm catching something from Prof Numb.
Unfortunately not the poetry bit.

[Parahandy]

There, my friend, or indeed, my friends, you have made a singular (or plural?) mistake. While the rest of you have been having picnics and sleeping on platforms, covered with nothing more than 'Hello' magazine, and generally been wandering around the last millenium, I have been researching the latest set of rules. Welcome to the twenty-first century. According to the Geordie and Glaswegian Directive (also known as the GG rules), of the year of our Lord two thousand and three, it is perfectly possible, nay - encouraged, to bounce your way three times towards your goal. This is only possible, however, if your starting point is Borough. I believe that this directive was introduced believing that nobody, however totally mindless, would ever end up in Borough. That said, having made that incredibly unfortunate error, I have to 'pick up the ball and run with it', and do this..

Seven Sisters,

followed by

Tooting Broadway

... and ending up in...

Mornington Crescent.

P.

[dtaai-maai]

What a shame. Just as it was getting boring.

See you in a month or two!

[The understudy]

Yo
Congratulations Parahandy of your Win on Mornington Cresent Round 2
I get a grasp of this Game but have to study it a bit more.

Your

[komfortablynumb]

congratulations Parahandy.
A wonderful stategy.
You won that game fair and square.
Not being a sore loser
I was concerned you were using Victorian rules.
(Now being updated weekly by microsoft of course.)
You are the winner.
I now besto on you the winners crown.
Congratulations.
I hope you serve as well as me.
Err did anyone tell you the responsibilities of being a MC winner?
Well kiss goodbye to your social life.
Your next engagement is opening up the new Olympic line in London.
So prepare your speech now.
I look forward to Mornington Crescant 3.

[Vital Spark]

I was a smidgeon miffed by Parahandy's move.

I left all my notes on the desk and absentmindedly forgot to secrete them away before he awoke. He stole my plans (McClaren Ferrari style) and then used them to win the game.

He's now running around the house, with his MC tiara (sorry, crown) behaving like Lord Muck. Say's he's got to make a speech at the next UN conference about peace or something. Is this part of his duties?

I'm at the end of my tether - all this fame and glory has gone totally to his head, and the dogs are getting fed up with the paparazzi. Somebody's going to get hurt.

Must go, he has an important meeting tomorrow and I've got to pack some nice cheese and ham sandwiches for him.

VS

Got to get my hair done, and the dogs washed - Hello magazine are coming to do a photoshoot.