I refuse to be called an ammateur by an amateur who get out of his depth in a letter-by-letter game. Pimlico with a red token on the circle line.

Don't you bring my dyslexicon into this tropic of discoupon, you unprintipled Charlottine!! Fenchurch Street, and see how you like those applets.

LV now a blistering 789.622. This is Ruttsborough, surely? Shall we go .. er ..beyond Ruttsborough? Let's burst through the barriers of convention and freewheel up the fast lane of anarchy! yes yes yes!
Gospel Oak - executing a reverse shunt into Boolbar to send him hurtling into the barrier at Beckton on the DLR *mwahahahahaha-ing*

i am still trying to learn this game, is there any rule that would prevent me from playing Hammersmith. (how do i make things bold)

It's like taking candy from a baby. Euston. Oh, the simplicity.

Fine then Alperton, and i hope you choke

Oh, bless. You're all so cute when you try. Still, even though this is a game for grown ups, I'll ease up on you all a little 'til you find your feet. Trafalgar.

Ha, Bank, Take that!

Ah, yessss. I can see what you were trying to do there. Mayfair.

Snag] Try asking on the banter page, it's much more civilised! Meanwhile, I have to fox Thrax with Barbican.

Your attempts, Korky to fox me by initiating a "Sideways-Counter-Rabbit" manouvre, while not work, as I'm well educated in the principles espoused by the great Masters, such as Heptonstall and Puttbadger. I'm tempted to try and formulate a "Helsinki" Defence, but that would make this laughably easy, so rather I'll opt for Tooting Bec, and pull off a "Pie-Ball Reverse", closing down every Diagonal South of the Thames. Hah!