#mornington the crescent

[beardedmrbean]

I love America.

Crabby Dicks is a cherished American institution, and for good reason.

[the-home]

[thunderstruck9]

Frank Auerbach (British, 1931-2024), Mornington Crescent II, 1991. Oil on canvas, 16 x 16 in.

[omgkatsudonplease]

the whispers of lady polixenes: london, 24-25 december 1995

“Pendragon Castle?” queried Harry, glancing over at an equally quizzical Hermione. “What’s that?” Ron was tempted to explain, but Malfoy was already on the Quaffle. “Excellent idea. Only one caveat: we play the Dodderidge Variation.” A groan from Fred, George, and Ginny. “Only if the Clagg subclause is revoked,” insisted Ginny. “No going around in circles.” “Fair enough. No circuitous plays,” declared Malfoy. “I’ll start: The Whispering Marsh.” “Bold opening manoeuvre,” said Fred. “But we see your bald-faced attempt at the Mopsus Gambit, and we won’t stand for it. The Labyrinthine Caves.” “Oh, putting pressure on the lateral,” remarked Sirius, through a bite of his bun. “Everdark Vale it is, then.” “The Misty Isles,” said Ginny quickly. “The Opal Mines!” shouted Regulus, and then cleared his throat. “Sorry. Got excited there.” “Why?” asked George, narrowing his eyes. “Seems like you’re a bit too familiar with this play, Reg.” “We’d better dodge that,” added Ron. “The Silver Isle.” The other half of the table groaned. “See, this is what happens when you blunder the Opal Mines six moves in,” rebuked Lord Malfoy, much to Ron’s surprise. “The Blood Moors it is.” Ron Weasley meditates on possessions and friendships. The second Weasley-Malfoy Games Showdown is held.

read HERE on ao3!

The illustration in this chapter was done by the wonderful @meemoop, who draws the most beautiful Narcissa Malfoys I have ever seen! Please go give them some love!

[weaversweek]

Which game shows have had the most episodes, part 9: HAV-ITV

The summer-long task is running out of summer: this week's installment goes from Have I Got News for You to ITV Play.

So, it's plenty of brown suits.

Lots of branded prizes.

Mornington Crescent - let me just explain the rules to you.

And It's a Knockout, it was good clean fun once upon a time.

Plus!

The million dollar question.

[adarrhiannon]

AU where the game chosen for the final challenge with the Toymaker is Monopoly

[muninnhuginn]

I just think the parallels between Goncharov and Mornington Crescent shouldn't be overlooked idk

[jenatwork]

Can we actually get a game going here, I wonder?

Modern standard rules, all zones available (to make it easy for new players). I'll start:

Oxford Circus

[graemegardenappreciationsociety]

The Lads

[beardedmrbean]

I went to the cheese store today, and the lady behind the counter was wearing a Christmas sweater with a llama on it, and I thought of you.

Double bummer for me there, missed out on a llama sweater and a cheese shop.

Mecca for white folks the cheese shop is.

I do have a llama sweater though, so that cushions the blow some

and now the obligatory Monty Python moment

that sounds nice

[the-home]

[mydignityisinflames]

Found a bunch of people playing Mornington Crescent in the comments section 😂

[sanjitchudha]

Exploring Frank Auerbach: Britain's Post-War Artistic Titan

Frank Auerbach was one of Britain's pre-eminent post-war painters. I'm lucky enough to be quite close to one of his works.

One of Britain’s pre-eminent post-war painters, Frank Auerbach was born in Berlin, Germany in 1931. Auerbach arrived in England as a Jewish refugee in 1939. His parents sent letters and messages, until one day they stopped; they never made it out of Nazi Germany. Auerbach attended a boarding school in Kent and was fostered to a British family. Later in life, he attended St Martin’s School of…

[hanssloane]

Frank Auerbach (who died today)

Tree in Mornington Crescent , 1991–1992

Oil on canvas

Seen at Kelingrove Art Gallery and Museum, Glasgow

[teacupthesauceror-blog]

I could get dropout to buy I think the best way to experience that sketch show disguised as a game show is in 3 minute bursts at random

[lizamezzo]

Flanders and Swann’s The Slow Train is an elegy for the lost branch lines:

Slow train journeys in rural England sure are an experience. You're going ten miles and it takes a day and a half because it stops at every lamp-post and the announcement says "The next station stop is Ferretley" or something and you think "I didn't know that was a place" and you get there and it isn't