I will open with Bank. Keeping it simple for you.

Bog off. Who needs sim-sodding-plicity? Complicating the issue immediately with Crossharbour & London Arena

chalky] complicate ? Consult your dictionary, pet.

Call that complicated? Wake up you dopes. Bank.

Too slow, too slow! Have you got any gears faster than 1st? Angel.

Look, as site admin I call the frikken shots, so Mudchute, sticking you all in cocking spoon.

Site admin? My arse. Takes more than a smattering of poncey physics to float this particular boat. Leicester Square and you can stick yer spoon up yer jacksy.

May I just say that, for a supposedly bad-tempered game, this is civility bordering on servility. I don't suppose that any one you could come up with a decent put down if your cat's life depended on it! Barking, obviously.

Take a hike you load of Cockfosters. (And again...)

Oh, haha, watch me find that amusing... I've heard funnier things at funerals. Go eat tortoise shit. Temple

I've never seen such a load off hearted opening moves in my whole sodding life, what do think this is? the buggering chimpanzee's tea party at the zoo! if your going to do anything, get it right and fer-christsakes do it right, even my bleeding two year son old could do better, let me demonstrate Green Park, an opening move that is stunningly both daring and pushing the limits of any ruleset any of you could name, that's if you could, which I sincerely doubt, so either improve your game which I doubt is possible or go back to reading the Beano.

*sigh* Why use ten words when a hundred will do?
Shoreditch. You're all in knip.

All of you clearly think you know something about this game. That is why you will never be able to learn to play it. Aldgate East, blue token at Aldgate, black token at Whitechapel; a move which guarantees to elicit responses which demonstrate nothing more than the ignorance of the player. Even those unfamiliar with Stolzmayr on demurrage would understand this move, but to reach such dizzy heights as unfamiliarity with the basics is more than one can expect here. Yet as Aurelius says, one must live in hope, however hopeless. Penelope might profitably (or more likely not) attend to Strauss' simplectics; Chalky has, albeit merely by chance, suggested with her first two moves the initial arm of a Fronsky simplex; but our nether-landish acrobat might indeed take the eponymous quantity of lifetimes to reach the stage of being able to learn how to begin learning.

Chalkers] Give me a break! Any idiot can see the knip only applies south of the Thames! Warren Street, that's how you knip!
Oh, and Rensdorf (like you're really a Rensdorf! Pah!): Bullshit!

You complete IDIOT!!! Don't you realise you've tied the Victoria in a knot with that knip, and it's not even a proper reef - it's a granny knot! Gah, didn't you ever learn your knots properly in the boy scouts... how are you going to make a second move now? Chorleywood.

That sounds like something I would play, and I never had before. I mean, if you're going to play like a novice, you do this: Canons Park, and do it for no reason whatsoever.

of course, being a complete novice, I should make that Canons Park. I mean, how much more novice can I get?

Ruddy 'eck, not another raw novice! Never mind, you'll be well done by the time the train gets here. As far as Chalky goes, the most verbose of posters on this site and she whinges about someone outdoing her! Wake up, lass, you are about to lose your position. Can you imagine this lady as a mother-in-law - I ask you - it's enough to make the daisies perk up. Incidentally, if you don't believe me, do you recall the so-called earth tremors somewhere north of London last year? That was her sighing so, if the Earth moved for you last night, you know what I mean. [Rensdorf] Who are you to crash into this area? Piss off! At least Will had the foresight to say 'sorry' before s/he started. Incidentally, Shoreditch, I always wear pink. In fact I'm off to Kings Cross right now.

I don't give a dogs nads about rules, so Neasden and you can kiss my potting shed if you don't like it. Where's my TEA!!!!

Pah..... try this one out Marble-F*****g-Arch

[widey] TEA! You'll be lucky me old china.

All tea drinkers should be shot, or at least banned from playing for being boring. Cockfosters with home at f*****g Honour Oak Park.

I've a good mind to report GL to the National Assam and Darjeling Protection of Tea Society (NADPOTS) in Baker Street , the silly tea-bigotted b**tard!

What a load of bollocks. Well if you will let us piss all over you, Westminster which puts JLE in knip. How long I've wanted to do that.

Well I can hardly say I am surprised but when I started this I was hoping for a little better. Sometimes I wonder why I bother at all - carrying on regardless in the hope of a glimmer of intelligence from one of you, one day. Fuck it. I will play Bank again - I challenge one of you, please, AMAZE ME!

[stD] You *do* think of yourself as an intellectual and a little bit above us all, don't you? W*nker. The only thing that would amaze me about you would be if you ever showed the *slightest* bit of humilty... but oh no. 'Me, me, me, me, me,'so have a chuffing Piccadilly Circus and be satisfied that I didn't go for the combined station Prince Regent/Albert Dock. (Without anaesthetic, because for people I really can't stand, there's nothing better than inflicting pain where it really hurts. Oh yes.) And [rab] Pissing all over Westminster again? Mwahahaha!

[Software] Bring it on, Tannin Boy! [st doggie] Maybe we'd get some more inventive play, if you stopped being a boring tosspot. Grange Hill, not the TV series you fu*kwits.

[GL] Just 'cos your move followed penelope there is no need to follow her woeful lead and act like a big girls blouse, you bleeding Jessie, you and that lardy arsed st d need your f*****g heads seen to, obviously my expectations were to high of the world's only living pair of blundering boil-laden brain donors, would you like me to explicate Perivale pure class! even though such a move as this is lost on that bloody wombat Dujon who is too busy floggin the log to make a decent move this side of the next millenium.

[Rendorf] Ha bloody Ha - and how cowardly to hide behind a pretentious nickname, Darren. At least, have the balls to show yourself. On second thoughts, keep your balls to yourself, they probably haven't even dropped yet.
[Dujon] Piss-weak strategy, old boy. Back into the shed for you, sweetie.
For now I'll straddle Chancery Lane with a two-fingered salute to [stdogmael] who is no doubt acquainting himself with Madame Palm and her five lovely daughters ...

why in the name of fuck should i show any humility whatsoever before such a shining array of idiocy is beyond me. Nice to see you still straddling everything in sight, Chalky, at your age. Bank again, because it just rhymes so well.

[stD] A lot of things are beyond you, dearie. Don't worry about it. Striking close to home with Baron's Court. Did you feel that? Heheheh!

[Inkspot] Girls blouse I may be, but at least I know the difference between to and too! And how to construct a decent defence against aggressive players. Shepherd's Bush(H&C) putting Inkspot in knid.

What kind of feeble-minded waster would fritter their time away on this rubbish? I would despair if it were worth my while.

Well, Gusset, if you like knid so much, I'll just slip off to Shepherd's Bush (Central) in what I've heard is called a self-replicating double helix, which restricts lower life forms (such as your own) for three turns.

Euston square. Don't ask why or I will have to kill you.

[Will] Who are you calling lower, shortarse?

Feck! Temple. Arse!

*sigh* [Breadmaster] You just did fritter away your precious (by all accounts) time by coming in here and posting a comment without including a game move. Mind your back. The Time & Motion people will be onto you before you can say Bayswater.

I adopt a nom de plume here, lest the brilliance I shall exhibit in this game, where I need not hide my genius under a bushel, overawe players in those games where I participate under my more usual name. Well now, much frantic to-ing and fro-ing on the board, but to what purpose, one must ask oneself? Flabby knips and unnecessary home stations apparently selected by sticking a pin in the map. One might as well analyse a child's finger-painting. "Father Jack" has inadvertently caused a faint glimmer of light to appear in this cloud of unknowing, but by not hoping for this to bear fruit, however stunted, I shall not be disappointed. St. James's Park; those who understand, will understand.

At frigging last..a game to arouse the Paddy in me. Youse fecking eejits wouldn't know a good move from your own fecking hole. Now, fer jasus sake, it takes an auld bollix like meself to point the way and play a London Bridge and confuse the fecking likes of yez.

...Dazed5] and we're still waiting. And Rensdorf: shove yer head up yer arse. Please.
Wimbledon, laying a backmark podume. Ha!