Heathrow Terminal 4. Playing Spoon on Darren, and jettisoning him to Blackfriars. Ha! I'm so wicked.

Ha! Parsons Green en passant.

I'm still not convinced that this isn't just another game disguised as MC, particularly as the name suggests originality. Hotpoint, il led rosso declared.

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.

Dollis Hill and let the loop begin

Dollis Hill, naturally.

Hmm... Dollis Hill, maybe?

Neasden to break the loop before it threatens to bore us all to death. DH loops are SO last century.

[Chalky] Still using Neasden? You ought to go with the in crowd and try Osterley.

[Bob the dog] i think you have the wrong game(but we will accept that move). i watched a moment of golf yesterday so Wimbledon.

I told you this game had undertones! Plank, Little Jimmy denied.

Berkeley Square. Prizing all laterals to 45 degress, and raising LV by 12%. Stand well back if you're squeamish.

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.

Almost (but not quite) Mornington Crescent - Darn!

Jennifer's Underwear Drawer. There you go, Boolbar. Try again.

Una Stubbs, 'Bad Miming' invoked. You can't silence me!

[Chalky] Thanks! Mornington Crescent in a G-string. No that's still not right.

i have3 been away too long so almost, but not quite, compleatly unlike, Mornington Crescent also known as Dollis Hill.

Finally emerging from knip to play a deverstating Dollis Hill