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July 5th 2001Forget Wimbledon. Forget England's dismal cricket failures. Forget all those traditional summer sports. The sun was out, and so were the commuters. And what better way to spend a busy, sunny afternoon in London than sweating on the Underground armed with colossal rucksacks and a distinct absence of basic sense. Yes, I'm talking about that great British institution, the game of Mornington Crescent. At approximately 5pm each day, vast swathes of suits and briefcases leave the hallowed portals of respectable jobs, and journey many hundreds of feet below the surface of London in order to partake in what is perhaps the most confusing game ever played.
 I'm not going to explain the (disturbingly complex) rules of Mornington Crescent. Much material already exists on the matter. A simple Google search will soon make you an expert on the subject. I will however, go some way to demonstrating the exciting facets of this highly rewarding passtime by recounting the game I played on July the 5th with my good friend Matt, including a full commentry, and references to the rules where necessary. Enjoy. :o) |