Tag Archives: Mornington Crescent

We’ll Go No More A-Roving

Post 80 of 80. Woolwich Arsenal (Square E9 on the Tube map), Mornington Crescent (B5)

Only one and a half stations today, but this is no cut-down post. There’s fun and games to the end: The Wee Professor gives you the full statistics (well, obviously not the full statistics – that would take far too long) of this absurd and pointless quest, The Inner Curmudgeon has agreed to release what he’s calling ‘the headlines’ of The Seven Habits Of Highly Successful Curmudgeons and the winners of The TubeforLOLs’ Awards are announced.   Continue reading

I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue (50/80)

Tuesday 6 August – Morden (Square F4 on the Tube map), MORNINGTON CRESCENT!!! (B5), Mudchute (E7), Neasden (B3), Newbury Park (B9), New Cross (E7)

Today’s the big day – the assault on Mornington Crescent. In preparation I have commandeered my son’s Hawaian shirt, enlisted my daughter as Official Photographer and single-handedly held at bay the bankruptcy of HMV by buying up their stocks of I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue and Humphrey Lyttelton (Humph) CDs. The Wee Professor, as Chief Intelligence Officer, has been researching ISIHAC’s ‘game’ Mornington Crescent.

Coincidentally the post this morning brings a postcard from a Mrs Trellis of North Wales. The card shows the lido at Rhyl. Mrs Trellis writes: Why are you bothering with all those silly tube stations? Come to the seaside instead.

The Inner Curmudgeon is throwing skillets and saucepans at the kitchen wall. It’s totally ridiculous, he growls. Mornington Crescent! You’ll be lucky if 5% of your readers have heard of ISIHAC and Mornington CrescentContinue reading

Mornington Crescent Blues (32/80)

Monday 29 April  – Farringdon (Square C6 on the Tube map), Finchley Central (A5), Finchley Road (B4), Finchley Road & Frognal (B4), Finsbury Park (B6)

It’s a lovely bright Spring day with a few puffs of cloud in a blue sky. But my mood is neither lovely, bright nor spring-like. I may have hauled myself from Saturday’s Pit of Misery but I’m stuck axle-deep in the Slough of Despond.

And unlike John Bunyan’s Christian, who most famously got bogged down in the Slough of D. back in the seventeenth century, my quest won’t end in the ‘Celestial City’ (otherwise known as Heaven). Me, I’ll wind up, in another 250+ stations, at Woolwich Arsenal.

Woolwich Arsenal? All this travelling from boring empty-headed suburb to benighted inner-city neighbourhood, most of it underground in noisy, dirty, jam-packed, shuddering, wretched, virus-breeding-ground transport-capsules, and I end up at Woolwich Arsenal? Even Richard Dawkins might consider a quick surreptitious prayer to the Almighty rather than that.   Continue reading