Glasgow. You leave me no choice.

Going North - Ultima Thule

Forcing me west to Times Square.

We're playing a little outside the usual local boundaries aren't we? So be it. The Smaller of the two Magellanic Clouds.

Hellas Verona, for obvious reasons.

The silly state of this game, however, allows for Oxford Circus putting all recreational movers into knip.

One Inch to The Left of Will's Position, since we've gravitated back and been "reined in tight" again.

You're a devious devil, Thrax. Hmmm, if you are serious about Will I'd better shadow Harry, Poplar it is.

Hmmmm, you've always proven a worthy adversary, Dujon, and I commend you on a move of some cunning. I hereby declare another *Farkle* to ease the tension. I'd open a window and stand well back for the next few minutes, everybody.

One Kilometre to the Right of Thrax's Position forced...you should really try a new deodorant, Thrax. *joking*

Floor 29 of the Hotel Ukraina, Moscow... playing safe, if unsteady.