So Rensdorf you think you have won!!!! Laugh? I nearly pissed myself, perhaps from the summit of Mount Olympus you can tell me which of these properly sums up your situation, it it A, how great the mighty fallen or B, the harder they come, the harder they fall. Well my son, you are flat on your a*se, having slipped on a fresh Richard III. Oh this moment is so sweet, a moment to cherish as not one of the Gods of Olympus but the court jester puts their foot in it, digs a hole and continues digging with a most obvious foul, falling hook line and sinker for the trap set up by Dazed5. Onwards we go jeering at the inept arrogance of Rensdorf, singing and dancing on his grave all the way to Covent Garden.

Tis all a load of bollox......Waterloo, yah bunch of limp wristed feckers...

Well, with that move, you've met yours...probably been listening to too much ABBA. Waterloo played after an unsuccessful MC opens a buffalo charge, free switch to an American system and back, so Clark/Lake (Chicago) and Dollis Hill

Smeg. Waterloo. And screw the lot of you for sticking me there.

Using the wooden spunt made famous by Wee Airchie McSporran have levered the loop open and headed over Upminster Bridge leaving Tuj and his quivering buttocks in the mire of his own secretions.

Why the hell have none of you had the common decency to wait until I had arrived? I might have known you'd all just waste the best part of a week covering the MC board in your spittle without me to point you in the right direction. Which is, as any fool knows, Shepherd's Bush. Now make an effort.

What?

Do wake up. I'm not going to go through all that again.

[Darren] Frankly I'd rather you didn't. It was an assault on my sensibilities the first time, a second dose would awaken murderous inclinations. Besides, why waste time opening your mouth if you're not even going to make a move to take the game on a notch? You're all a load of dithering idiots. Perhaps if I speak in TV advertising slogans, the message might just make it through your thick goggle-eyed skulls. Just do it... Finchley Road