BOATPIG Page 172
Tapping in the name of the pub the phone thinks a bit and then spits out the directions, the strangely familiar voice instructing you to head East. While you are slightly surprised at this, you though Notting Hill was West of your current location, you trust the device and follow it’s instructions.
Sometime later, after heading east at every junction, you belatedly remember where you had heard the name Michael Parker before; it was Michael Barrymore’s original name. Alas your realisation has come far, far too late. - GAME OVER
Following the words of Barrymore you have headed East, ever East, in accordance with the ancient chant of his acolytes. It is only when you see a giant chocolate finger swinging slowly over the pool that you realise there can be no thoughts of escape, only a dim hope for survival.
Would you care to try again?