The 20 nuggets was a donation, not a connection. Nevertheless, according to the Chomondley-Warner exception (see Gainsborough’s treatise on the subject in the 4 March, 1953 edition of The London Gazette if you need further clarification), the rest of your analysis still stands. I will claim the purple meeple and play Wimbledon.
Wimbledon is, as we all know, a sister station to Southwark, meaning that you owe me an ace of spades unless it was a left-handed throw.
I doth protest most vociferously.
The game went into baulk Sir, the cue ball wasn’t trousered. Blood hasn’t been spilled, the fatted calf continues to frollick.
There was goodwill and the situation was redeemable. A civilisation which has given us Brexit would know how the restoration could be achieved expediently. Surely the coup de gras was premature?
On the face of it, the offer of restitution via return of a sizeable portion of tokens played has an undoubted, commendable even, Benthamite Utilitarian ring to it but not all those played tokens have been returned, and not all those who haven’t played tokens have tokens to play. The disadvantage imposed is manifest. Strategies have been unmasked, painstaking inner workings of subterfuge exposed.
A novice error has been made a major calamity. I fear international consequences.
But then I reflect on the clarion call from old Harry’s Newbolt’s opus “Vitaï Lampada” “Play up! play up! and play the game!” and my umbrage dissipates.
I shall be chivalrous.
Knightsbridge
The intersection of Northern and Jubilee lines is now a legal play both in this game and in that of the alternate universe. I’m afraid the causality rift in the space-time continuum can never be fully healed now, but London Bridge should reduce the damage.
Muggins! septimus failed to collect the top card from the deck at the end of his play as he was entitled to following the opening of the Jubilee line…and I’ve drawn a spade!! There is no better time than now to press this positional advantage. I call **Old Street ** and will invoke a sanctioned Hold (per Heath’s Addendum) for the next round.
Well, the next round may be knackered, but I see no impediment to invoking Earl Montagu’s exception, being as the Moon is currently a waning crescent and it’s exactly 114 years to the day that fuel trials began between the Spiteful and the Peterel (which, of course, confirmed that Shepherd’s Bush is off-limits in any game where ladies are present.)
I therefore play Chalk Farm, transferring my coat to the lower peg in the process and declaring next Thursday to be Beer Day for all ships at sea 45 days or more.
I have sat out my Edgware penalty and now may move to Burnt Oak. Caller & Poole award me there with neo-traditional pastries that may be traded or consumed for extra energy and speed. What you want for for them? Offer to highest bidder certified by McLaughton at al. Best raisins around.
I’m back in Knipdb again since Cardigan called Muggins on me. :o But I an in negotiations with the Queeper to try and get our pink tokens back.
I’m reluctant to comment on the game — last time a station was named in a kibbitz we had an unpleasant bifurcation — but I can’t help but mention that the latest moves remind me of the famous Liverpool vs Liverpool match where Lord Sandwich winkled from _______ to _______, forcing a snicket to __________; and then after an especially clever forcing double-jivvell at _______ and ________, Lord Sandwich was able to announce _______. If I weren’t in the Nibbil I’d play to ______ and try to do something similar myself.
Excellent analysis as ever, friend septimus.
Unencumbered as I am, I’ll risk a jaunt to Upminster, claiming a terminal bonus.
Well bugger me with a hat pin, we’re back in baulk again. Incontrovertibly and so soon after the latest unpleasantness to boot. It was a hanging offence back in my day. Now it seems to be the only way to get a decent seat at the Opera.
None-the-less for the sake of standards I think this game now need’s matron’s firm touch, and I remember it well. Indelibly so.
But no matter, there are standard options still to play, Marble Arch furinstance and fursure.
Obviously I was referring to station ______ _ __________. Sorry for any confusion.
Marble Arch was a rather dark horse play. I truly didn’t see that coming and seems to have cost me the positional advantage that I’d sacrificed so much to obtain. Well, it is Pearl Harbor Day and since I’m the first American player this round, I will execute my one and only transverse diagonal option and play Green Park.
Can I trebuchet plays in this version?
Only when the Crossrail Tab has been checked by all players. Otherwise, it would be simple to invoke the Boris Gambit and trebuchet to victory from the Alderham Street bus stop.
But since I only have one Crossrail token left, I’ll speed up the game a bit and use it to play Wood Green. The visibility from Ally Pally for those who have bicycle clips left to spare should give them the advantage in the following rounds.
I will make the simple step to Colindale. I am disappointed that no one took up my offer on the Caller & Poole pastries. I did highlight the raisins. The raisins! Wow. Now I partake of the benefits from dipping my feet in the Silk Stream alone. Yes your help would have doubled the gravy for me, but did no one else need the single Silk Stream buoyancy?
Damn, I was going to play Colindale. Thwarted at every turn. Hold on a second - how about Victoria, with stirrups reversed? I’ll risk it for a biscuit.
Yippee!! Playing to London’s busiest station, and a triple line junction to boot. I happen to have a dozen green tokens(*), so that triple junction will get me out of the Knibb whether stirrups are reversed or not.
South Kensington. Thank you, Dead Cat.
(* - I won’t detail the sordid negotiations I had with the Queepker about our missing tokens, though I learned he’s got hundreds of thousands of pink and green tokens stashed away. (I thought he was supposed to return them to the Warden at the end of every Game? 
) He refused to return any pink tokens, but did give me a basketful of greens in return for a service which was only slightly speakable.)
We are getting to the nub of the matter now. Excellent. Hold your nerves trendsetters.
It’s not a game for the gallinaceous and cuniculars now. Hopefully there won’t be unseemly repercussions for any struthionines found out in the race for the chocolates.
My initial thought was that Gospel Oak might sort the ovines from the caprines but I seem to have donned the coat of Waldorf for this game so Hyde Park Corner will serve much the same purpose while keeping it contiguous.
Hendon Central and the Passingham Central Circus medallion, if you please. I can still pull this out!
OTG, I was wondering how I was ever going to get back into the game, but Perished Pussy’s claiming a purple meeple reminded that the Carcassonne Codex allowed me to exchange all my lemmings for a bag of magic beans. I sold these at the Horse Tunnel Market for enough to bribe the WC attendant at White’s for several of Prince Charles’ hairs. The Charlie clone (yes, cloning is allowed under the Poldark Provisions) I created from these gave me access to Buckingham Palace where I stole the Queen’s platinum snitch. This means I can now play Goodge Street. Give it up, Lifepeak!