So, beginning from Angel, I guess I've got nowhere to go except on foot from the double-knipped Northern (and a remembrance that, okay, Inkspot has a few extra podumes, but with the double knip he's going to need them all - I'd be surprised if he actually gains anything by setting off the cascade, given what he's about to end up spending.)

So, at risk of wearing out a pair of shoes that weren't really meant for walking long distances, Great Portland Street.

Best to steer clear of that foreclosed diagonal then. An incredibly underhanded Cavendish Square, cutting off all of JLE's retreats.

So satisfying to catch JLE finally caught out. Not being mean, you must understand (curse his pro-playing hide!). Charing Cross begginning snood alignment.

Oh come on! Stop being so wet Googolplex and hit him where it hurts! Manchester Picadilly via Euston

Hmmmmm using my space-time conveter thus changing picadilly into London road circa 1928 and using the old link into Victoria for a swift halfmoon manouver!!