Morninton Crescent! Extra points for stations with working AC!

I invoke LaGrange’s many-pocket trousers (Weimar1992)which allows cheap day returns on the Docklands Light Railway but closes Zone 1 to Lamb shifts and plump for Peckham Rye.

Normally I’d just do the standard Peckham Rye to Winchester Row, but I’m wondering … does anyone have an objection to a double-blind switch north to Port 41?

Albert Hall? It’s clear that can’t allow such moves - there simply is no Albert Hall tube station. I understand that being stateside you do not have regular access to first-hand experience of the London Underground but we can’t go wandering off into the realms of fantasy - that makes a mockery of the whole game. Please gentlemen, stick to real stations.

Unless you have something that can trump Lennon-McCartney 1967, Francesca, I suggest you play rather than object:)

Thank you Francesca. The station is Pimlico is the move is yours. I think the lack of air conditioning stateside has addled their brains somewhat more than usual.

Lack of air conditioning? At least we don’t award points in case you happen to find a station with working AC;)

Dear me. The Americans have gone all peculiar. Well, I suppose that’s not news …

And if only real stations are allowed, I guess Canada Water’s right out. :wink:

I’m going to call lost property to pre-empt Francesca, then do a sideways triple-shunt to the Circle Line; remember, smallholdings are void on a Friday, so the Farringdon-Barbican reverse loop is inoperative, which leaves me at … hmm … let me refer to Pickford’s Manual here … ah, yes, Gloucester Road. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

I think some delaying tactics are called for.

I’m going to Euston (Bank Branch) and declaring Bomb Scare. That should keep things central for a while (well, barring shunts, anyway, but Haversham pretty much stops single shunts.)

Bomb scare? Ha ha! A bomb scare combined with a precedent for allowing disused stations means I can play Bull & Bush; as the deepest station, I score double points! Woo-hoo!

Okay, it’s not a great strategic move, but I’ve always wanted to play that and this is the first chance I’ve had.

Remember: according to Lord Littleton himself, the new rules for American play indicate that we get to declare the winner ahead of time (as opposed to the old rules, where the Americans merely join the game two years after it’s started). :stuck_out_tongue:

I am going to invoke the * Branston’s Pickle intervention * (1936) and declare hootenanny! from Mill Hill.

It may keep me out for a round or two, but I have a cunning plan!

Time for Choudhury’s Leap I think (Innovations in Anglo-Indian Tournament Play, 1967). Chancery Lane, here I come. :smiley:

Hootenanny under the Haversham rules! Whatever will they think of next!

Well, with that in effect, I’ve no choice but to sweep all the way down to London Bridge, and invoke the Bridge’s Out rule (MC A’bridged!, 1973)

Bridge’s Out? On a Friday Teatime? Do you not remember Ponsonby-Smythe vs. Pellowe in 1974? Pellowe tried to call Bridge’s Out from London Bridge, and found himself three shunts from No-Side.

Be that as it may, if you insist on playing Devil-May-Care, I shall not be the one to debag you.

I will, however, allow someone else to:

Arnos Grove, if you would be so kind.

And Mind The Gap, please, gentlemen…

A thousand pardons, I thought we were using the Lonnie Hart-Klubb variant.

I’ll just head over to Westminster and declare stopped clock.

From Westminster on a POETS Day Pass under Haversham Rules, I can move via a New New Cross Cross, which will bring me to…well, New Cross, actually. I suppose I should have seen that coming.

I’ll cry “Matron!” and shunt Seven Sisters. Ooo err.

Well, damn. That leaves me completely planked up along the eastbound lines. Looks like my only option is a cross-sided hump to Baker Street, and that’s only available because of leftwards toad spinning on the Metropolitan line. Guess I’ll just have to make the best of a bad job here.

I call Turnpike Lane , where, on my way to the Kinks’ Konk, I was once mistaken for a prostie called Edna

It’s not my turn to move, but that sounds like a fascinating story Ms Boods (or should I call you Edna? ;))