Here’s how to play (from Wikipedia, but adapted for us):
"The game consists of each [poster] in turn announcing a…tube station on the London Underground system. The aim is to be the first to announce “Mornington Crescent”, a station on the Northern line. Interspersed with the turns is humorous discussion amongst the [posters]…regarding the rules and legality of each move, as well as the strategy the [posters] are using.
Despite appearances, however, there are no rules to the game, and both the naming of stations and the specification of “rules” are based on stream-of-consciousness association and improvisation. Thus the game is intentionally incomprehensible."
Though the game is incomprehensible, you should still have a map of the London Underground to get the names right.
I’ll start off with “London City Airport” which is handicap accessible and allows me (according to the 2013 Whitman’s Rules and Strategies) to jump ahead two stops.
Och, me wee doch and dorries, I shall never forget, don’tcher know. Watcher, bub, you got a match? Diddle the heath, it’s but a bumpy sojourn, I must say and don’tcher know. Was that our stop? No matter, It’s** Canning Town** comin’ up I s’pose.
Cor, guv’nor, got a penny? Any, any penny? We’re all stuck down here, y’see, just like in a Neil Gaiman novel, and there’s nout a one of us shall e’er see the light o’ day again, don’tcher know? Look at that, there goes Wembley Central.
Not conservatively enough, thule, you fell right into the Professor’s trap. Now you may not pass Go nor collect £200. I think I’ll just slide over to Bow Road.
Yes, but the Prof was being more devious than that; his Bertie Wooster routine was trying to force one of us to nominate Horsted Keynes and lose. But now with the umlatt loosened for the next two turns I’ll play Hackney Wick.
[cricket clap] Well played Sir![/cricket clap]
So next I’ll apply the 1975 Eunoia provisions for minimum 5 vowels, ignore the bleedingly obvious South Ealing and go **Tooting Broadway ** for 6 (Y not inclusive) and collect my bonus point.
Is it stop #11 already? If I recall correctly, that means we’ve got to go with a special fare station outside a regular zone: let’s go with Watford Junction.
Hmm, somehow I’ve made my way to the Emirates Royal Docks and now an officious looking gentleman is asking for my letters of transit. It appears that I will be out for the next round in order to sort this out.
Gyaaar, what am I doing back on my way to Canning Town? Who turned this ‘ere piece around, anyway? I’m not paying a double fare, not with this ferret sittin’ here with a gottle of gin and a sharp razor sittin’ next to me. Not 'arf.
I began this turn on Sydenham having left Crystal Palace previously. Today, November 30, is the 82nd anniversary of the The 1936 Crystal Palace Fire that was viewed by thousands from Sydenham Hill. Churchill was there. Churchill was also born on November 30th.
I believe that triples my Historical Events advantage and surely makes Penge West the correct follow-up play. Good luck topping that coup!
I didn’t want to go so early but the Piccadilly Exclusion Provisions prohibit a more expansive play. So all the way up the end of the line for Cockfosters and I’ll cash in my innuendo card.
Damn! I was just about to whip mine out. Sadly (for you), something or other Gladiator somehow stumbled over to the Emirates Royal Docks which means, according to the Piccadilly Exclusion Provisions; revision six (I think you must have referenced revision five) you may only go as far as East India on the DLR line. Of course, this also means you must sit out two turns. And, happily (for me), I can use that time to sneak past and arrive at Westferry.
This view of the rules is what’s incomprehensible, sir. Do you laugh when a player gets his rooks forked in a chess game? Is it “humorous” when a football quarterback is sacked for a safety? Entire Master’s theses have been written on the rules that you imply are non-existent. Far from being non-existent, there are multiple contradicting sets of rules, so for definiteness I shall assume we are using the 1936 edition of Bethlem Hospital: Recreations for the Patient. Aldwych is a legal stop on the Picadilly tube, but not Down Street or Brompton Road.
As to the current game: I can’t remember a game opening with such reckless abandon! Where’s the fire? I’ll try Wemblay Park, a slow move which may be our last chance to transpose into a more-studied variation.
If I may kibbitz, I believe in this situation, revision six, only in the event of an unplayed innuendo card, would still have allowed travel on the DLR as far as Mudchute.