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Do Not Pass Go is the fourth comedy travelogue from Tim Moore--previous books have, respectively, chronicled his experiences trekking across Iceland in the footsteps of the Victorian Lord Dufferin (Frost on My Moustache), recreating Coryate's Grand Tour in a Rolls Royce (Continental Drifter) and cycling the route of the Tour de France (French Revolutions). Here, Moore, abandoning his customary modus operandi of inept Englishman abroad, opts to explore his native city by, as his children put it, "going round the Monopoly board but, like, in real life."Monopoly was, at least officially, invented during the 1930s by Charles Darrow, an unemployed boiler salesman from Germantown, Pennsylvania. (Darrow went to his grave, Moore notes, "stubbornly refusing to recall any contact with The Landlord Game, patented in 1904."). The original, and subsequent American versions, featured the streets of Atlantic City. The English, London edition first appeared in 1936, the same year as television and, apparently, the phrase "body odour". Produced by Waddingtons, a firm of Leeds printers, the actual streets and stations were haphazardly chosen by Victor Watson, the managing director, and his secretary, Marjorie Phillips, after a weekend jolly in the capital.
Armed with board, dice and a 1933 London directory, Moore soon finds himself beaten by a Brazilian transsexual at Kings Cross (where else?); searching for the "Ampersand of Death" on Oxford Street; discovering how Coventry Street made the grade; tracing the decline of proto-Starbucks Lyons in Piccadilly and, of course, eating jellied eels in the "poo brown" east end of Whitechapel. Moore places himself firmly in the centre of his yarn and, like Bill Bryson, displays a remarkable eye for the incongruous comic detail. Sometimes the quips and jokes come at expense of real interaction with those he meets, but the result is a hilarious paean to game and city, that will have you ferreting about in a cupboard to retrieve a long neglected set. (I know I did.) --Travis Elborough
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The Time Out series of travel guides has established itself as one of the most valuable series on the market today: unpretentious, sharp-eyed, authoritative and always totally accessible. In fact one runs out of adjectives for a book such as Weekend Breaks from London: anybody who cares to sample a couple of the breaks from this second edition will quickly regard this as the perfect companion to dwellers in the Smoke. The destinations here range from cities to swathes of the countryside or the astonishing beauty of the seaside. But wherever we are pointed, we are guided to the best places to stay, from quality B&Bs to more luxurious country house hotels. Needless to say, the essential sites and attractions of each area are detailed along with pithy, opinionated guides to local eateries and bars. In fact, it's the upfront opinions that distinguish this series: again and again the entries are expertly judged essays on everything from Canterbury Cathedral to "small and perfectly formed" Rutland with its calming reservoir, Rutland Water. And the opinions are very far from the usual fluff that fills such guides--take this description of Stonehenge, for instance:You now have to pay £4.20 to see these big stones--and you still can't get close. There's also a money-spinning souvenir shop where you can even buy such neolithic memorabilia as Heritage Mustard. Impressive as the stones are, going to see them is a bit like renting your DVD player from the burglar who nicked it.
But while these warnings are valuable, it's the enthusiastic recommendations that make this a joy to use. It goes without saying that the detailed maps are invaluable, and colour photographs evoke some of the most beautiful and characterful sites in Britain. --Barry Forshaw
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