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.