But ... but ... you can only travel between Turnham Green and Embankment on the District Line in the depths of the night. Otherwise you have to change at Hammersmith - and we all know the trouble that causes, especially now they've got the new signalling up and running. You'd be better to go to New Addington on the Tramlink.
But ... but ... you can only travel between Turnham Green and Embankment on the District Line in the depths of the night. Otherwise you have to change at Hammersmith - and we all know the trouble that causes, especially now they've got the new signalling up and running. You'd be better to go to New Addington on the Tramlink.
You're confusing the Geographical proximity rules with the Thematic proximity, I think. Or didn't spot the theme, of course.
That grants me a 90 degrees to reality shift, of course, which means we can go and play silly buggers at Minas Tirith Temple Meads
OK, I'm in danger of an unreality breakthrough here (no-one wants creatures from the Dungeon Dimensions creeping through the Hammersmith and City line, although they'd probably be faster than the trains.)
To avoid attracting the attention of Eldritch Entities I'll return carefully - Knapford. Nothing creepy at all about sentient locomotives with faces. Absolutely nothing.
I must find a bank; I'll need to exchange my remaining yellow chips for blue ones, as yellow ones only work in Scotland when there's an R in the month.
Holy Patrick! You realise that all that stands between us and the Riders of the Sidhe is this frying pan and a frantic dash to Cullybackey and the hope Elrond can hold them at the Glenshane Pass.
Windsor and Eton Riverside is nearer the College (and my train stopped at New Cross Gate on Tuesday).
At this stage in a game it's always worth taking a look from an imaginary mind's eye a few hundred miles above the playing surface. Imaginary of course; anyone using an actual physical map would be in breach of the 1952 OS 7th Series (non-use) Addendum (Ashford, Tideswell and Litton), quite apart from being flagrantly in breach of the spirit of the game. But from this imaginary vantage point a huge great obvious arrow is pointing to Bank, so obviously that'd be a very bad move indeed as it's every indication that Bank is the Joker - so Mudchute
Oi! This isn't the Paris Metro! Or even the Milan...
Are we playing Steam or Electric? Assuming the latter (it is 2019) and not having heard a simultaneous hit buzzer, I'm going to assume that La Vie's move is accepted, and therefore will spend my blue chips on a preview of the next three Event Cards...
And with appropriate facial expressions, which I won't bother to describe because they might or might not be bluffing anyway, the obvious move (you won't see why because you don't know what was on the cards) is Oval
Spending a Yellow Chip on turning over an Event Card - Tube Strike Next Three Tuesdays
Sorry my move upset you, Firenze - there was a sudden diagonal shift, and I had no other options. However, I just happened to find a purple* transatlantic chip, which has brought me safely to
Groudle Glen
* if it had been a silver one, it would have got me the whole way across the Irish Sea, but as I love the Isle of Man, I'm not complaining.
Island hopping, eh? Well, there can be only one answer to that: Braye Road (Alderney). There are trains today at 14.30 and 15.30, and Those In The Know will know that it is on the London Underground (but won't tell you why).
Incidentally, this is shaping up very much like the 1999 Craven and District semi final (if you recall, that year each regional Convention sent a delegate to the finals in Glenridding) Earlier in the heats, Maureen Bankment and Brian Ank played three diagonals while dropping blue chips at mainline interchanges to avoid the follow-on Spooning of the Jubilee. They were the first team to spot this gaping loophole in the rules as written - sort of a long hidden Fool's Mate, although the re-opening of the MC station itself probably made it all the more obvious to the talented player. Wouldn't work now of course as since Maureen and Brian played it in such a prominent match you'd probably have to have lived under a rock for the past twenty years to fall for it. Anyway, I digress; the actual semi final had a blistering four furlong chase with two train-lengths between leaders; when Marjorie ("Ma") Bell-Arch tried to head it off by chasing Arnos Grove down with a reverse shunt through East Acton it actually plunged the whole of Zone 2 into Huff - that really put the cat amongst the pigeons, as you might imagine. Kettlewell Village Hall hasn't been so tense since Alfred Heckmondgill was accused of knobbling Sidney Ramsbottom's parsnips prior to the Village Show. It took most of the night for a resolution - almost certainly it's somewhere on YouTube.
Incidentally, this is shaping up very much like the 1999 Craven and District semi final (if you recall, that year each regional Convention sent a delegate to the finals in Glenridding) Earlier in the heats, Maureen Bankment and Brian Ank played three diagonals while dropping blue chips at mainline interchanges to avoid the follow-on Spooning of the Jubilee. They were the first team to spot this gaping loophole in the rules as written - sort of a long hidden Fool's Mate, although the re-opening of the MC station itself probably made it all the more obvious to the talented player. Wouldn't work now of course as since Maureen and Brian played it in such a prominent match you'd probably have to have lived under a rock for the past twenty years to fall for it. Anyway, I digress; the actual semi final had a blistering four furlong chase with two train-lengths between leaders; when Marjorie ("Ma") Bell-Arch tried to head it off by chasing Arnos Grove down with a reverse shunt through East Acton it actually plunged the whole of Zone 2 into Huff - that really put the cat amongst the pigeons, as you might imagine. Kettlewell Village Hall hasn't been so tense since Alfred Heckmondgill was accused of knobbling Sidney Ramsbottom's parsnips prior to the Village Show. It took most of the night for a resolution - almost certainly it's somewhere on YouTube.
There's such a thing as making things over-complicated.
Incidentally, this is shaping up very much like the 1999 Craven and District semi final (if you recall, that year each regional Convention sent a delegate to the finals in Glenridding) Earlier in the heats, Maureen Bankment and Brian Ank played three diagonals while dropping blue chips at mainline interchanges to avoid the follow-on Spooning of the Jubilee. They were the first team to spot this gaping loophole in the rules as written - sort of a long hidden Fool's Mate, although the re-opening of the MC station itself probably made it all the more obvious to the talented player. Wouldn't work now of course as since Maureen and Brian played it in such a prominent match you'd probably have to have lived under a rock for the past twenty years to fall for it. Anyway, I digress; the actual semi final had a blistering four furlong chase with two train-lengths between leaders; when Marjorie ("Ma") Bell-Arch tried to head it off by chasing Arnos Grove down with a reverse shunt through East Acton it actually plunged the whole of Zone 2 into Huff - that really put the cat amongst the pigeons, as you might imagine. Kettlewell Village Hall hasn't been so tense since Alfred Heckmondgill was accused of knobbling Sidney Ramsbottom's parsnips prior to the Village Show. It took most of the night for a resolution - almost certainly it's somewhere on YouTube.
There's such a thing as making things over-complicated.
Pimlico
And there's such a thing as enthusiastically following an internationally important contest of intellect. Honestly, pages at the back of every daily newspaper about football but dare to briefly reminisce about pivotal moments in MC and suddenly you're over-doing it.
I don't know. Did the Hathersage Harriers endure their five month suspension at the behest of the Leamington Spa Mafia for nothing?
Baker Street to open things up and also to remember the great player Mrs. Mariabella Hudson famous for her masterful hiding of strategy until the final move.
Comments
Mind the gap! A quick shunt to Lambeth North should head off any risk of, well, I don't really need to say, do I?
You're confusing the Geographical proximity rules with the Thematic proximity, I think. Or didn't spot the theme, of course.
That grants me a 90 degrees to reality shift, of course, which means we can go and play silly buggers at Minas Tirith Temple Meads
I think, bearing in mind Net Spinster's kind donation of her yellow chips, I'll take a quick trip north:
York
Mingo City Central. Watch out for the lightning field.
To avoid attracting the attention of Eldritch Entities I'll return carefully - Knapford. Nothing creepy at all about sentient locomotives with faces. Absolutely nothing.
I know what you're thinking, but the West Coast Mainline is in Huff, so forget that.
I must find a bank; I'll need to exchange my remaining yellow chips for blue ones, as yellow ones only work in Scotland when there's an R in the month.
Oban
Belfast Central
As I understand it, that means I can claim three blue chips by heading to Baker Street .
Windsor and Eton Central
At this stage in a game it's always worth taking a look from an imaginary mind's eye a few hundred miles above the playing surface. Imaginary of course; anyone using an actual physical map would be in breach of the 1952 OS 7th Series (non-use) Addendum (Ashford, Tideswell and Litton), quite apart from being flagrantly in breach of the spirit of the game. But from this imaginary vantage point a huge great obvious arrow is pointing to Bank, so obviously that'd be a very bad move indeed as it's every indication that Bank is the Joker - so Mudchute
https://www.windsor-forest.ac.uk/about-us/windsor-college.html
I wasn't going out of (traditional) county, or passing water.
(Responding to Mudchute:)
Monument
Are we playing Steam or Electric? Assuming the latter (it is 2019) and not having heard a simultaneous hit buzzer, I'm going to assume that La Vie's move is accepted, and therefore will spend my blue chips on a preview of the next three Event Cards...
And with appropriate facial expressions, which I won't bother to describe because they might or might not be bluffing anyway, the obvious move (you won't see why because you don't know what was on the cards) is Oval
Spending a Yellow Chip on turning over an Event Card - Tube Strike Next Three Tuesdays
Grand Central
Delancey and Essex
Arnos Grove
Groudle Glen
* if it had been a silver one, it would have got me the whole way across the Irish Sea, but as I love the Isle of Man, I'm not complaining.
Or perhaps they will: https://tinyurl.com/y3u29yaz
Lighthouse 🤔
Incidentally, this is shaping up very much like the 1999 Craven and District semi final (if you recall, that year each regional Convention sent a delegate to the finals in Glenridding) Earlier in the heats, Maureen Bankment and Brian Ank played three diagonals while dropping blue chips at mainline interchanges to avoid the follow-on Spooning of the Jubilee. They were the first team to spot this gaping loophole in the rules as written - sort of a long hidden Fool's Mate, although the re-opening of the MC station itself probably made it all the more obvious to the talented player. Wouldn't work now of course as since Maureen and Brian played it in such a prominent match you'd probably have to have lived under a rock for the past twenty years to fall for it. Anyway, I digress; the actual semi final had a blistering four furlong chase with two train-lengths between leaders; when Marjorie ("Ma") Bell-Arch tried to head it off by chasing Arnos Grove down with a reverse shunt through East Acton it actually plunged the whole of Zone 2 into Huff - that really put the cat amongst the pigeons, as you might imagine. Kettlewell Village Hall hasn't been so tense since Alfred Heckmondgill was accused of knobbling Sidney Ramsbottom's parsnips prior to the Village Show. It took most of the night for a resolution - almost certainly it's somewhere on YouTube.
There's such a thing as making things over-complicated.
Pimlico
And there's such a thing as enthusiastically following an internationally important contest of intellect. Honestly, pages at the back of every daily newspaper about football but dare to briefly reminisce about pivotal moments in MC and suddenly you're over-doing it.
I don't know. Did the Hathersage Harriers endure their five month suspension at the behest of the Leamington Spa Mafia for nothing?
Northwood, obviously.