Blackfriars (thanks Thrax). [Tuj] The title, as I see it, simply implies that this game is to MC sites as "New Song" by Howard Jones is to synth pop. Thus, we won't crack up, bend our brains, see both sides, and throw off our mental chains, woo woo woo.

Wow! You have been busy, though by the look of it not very productive. So, Green Park for a breath of fresh stuff.

Darren] Fine... be that way! Neasden.

Temple. Be what way?

Drat it! I see you were already at Blackfriars, Darren. Curses. As always, there's usually one tiny flaw in my evil, machiavellian schemes. Reminds me of the time I attempted to conquer the world by shrinking the planet to the size of an indigestion tablet and swallowing it with a sip of water. I ended up miniaturising the shrinking device and enlarging the glass of water. And worse still, despite gulping down all the liquid after swallowing it, the shrunken shrunking device did indeed give me ingigestion. Oh, cruel irony!

Back to the drawing board I suppose.

Trafalgar, for ten.