Fictional game played by Londoners of a certain background, intended to intimidate an outsider to their social clique. The aim to to pretend you are playing to a set of complex rules which are never explained.
Players take turns to name an underground station, the "winner" is the first to "reach" Morninton Crescent, at which point they enthusiastically shout the name of this station. If the outsider attempts to join in, they shout him down, giving a look of abject scorn.
It can be played on internet message boards, derailing a serious thread by posting a comment with the name of an underground station in bold. Then consecutive users will start posting otherwise irrelevant comments with more station names bolded, until someone simply posts in bold capitals "MORNINGTON CRESCENT"!!!!!
Players take turns to name an underground station, the "winner" is the first to "reach" Morninton Crescent, at which point they enthusiastically shout the name of this station. If the outsider attempts to join in, they shout him down, giving a look of abject scorn.
It can be played on internet message boards, derailing a serious thread by posting a comment with the name of an underground station in bold. Then consecutive users will start posting otherwise irrelevant comments with more station names bolded, until someone simply posts in bold capitals "MORNINGTON CRESCENT"!!!!!
SUBJECT - CONGESTION CHARGING
<Fred231> I hate the congestion charge, it costs so much to go into the City
<Bob456>But public transport is also expensive, it costs me a bomb to get to Charing Cross each day.
<Ed34>My granny lives near *Old Street*
<HotChick765>I bought a Parrot from *Leicester Square*
<ZeroCool4723>MORNINGTON CRESCENT!!!!!!!!121!!234!!!!
and the thread is derailed.
<Fred231> I hate the congestion charge, it costs so much to go into the City
<Bob456>But public transport is also expensive, it costs me a bomb to get to Charing Cross each day.
<Ed34>My granny lives near *Old Street*
<HotChick765>I bought a Parrot from *Leicester Square*
<ZeroCool4723>MORNINGTON CRESCENT!!!!!!!!121!!234!!!!
and the thread is derailed.
by Mahmhn May 24, 2009
Nine months ago I planted my schlong in Rachel's fertile crescent, and now with child support I'll be paying for it over the next 18 years.
by Goody1 November 15, 2007
A person (male) who belongs on Crescent Street in Montreal. Though exact defining characteristics are elusive, one is always sure when one meets a Crescent Guy.
Wears too much cologne, smells better than most of his female friends and grooms too much. Looks like every other douchebag on Crescent Street.
Wears too much cologne, smells better than most of his female friends and grooms too much. Looks like every other douchebag on Crescent Street.
I asked for a pic and he sent me the most blatantly posed, looking-off-into-the-distance picture I've seen in a decade. What a fucking Crescent Guy.
by anticrescentguy September 12, 2009
President Obama is so Crescent fresh the way he borrows money from other countries and gives it to unproductive drug addicts already overly coddled by the welfare state. So cres.
by populationcontrol April 8, 2011
by Nymphiniti August 22, 2014
by Jennifer Marin August 26, 2010
The "Crescent City Cloth" is the official gameday towel for New Orleans Saints fans. It was given that name by the fan club Big Easy Mafia. It is the equivalent to the Steelers "Terrible Towel" only better.
by NOLAmayor June 5, 2015