Searching for the K-Line


Part 1

So how can I explain? 

At first I thought it was just a game; that I knew what it was all about.

The invitation said:-

“The KLF requires your assistance. You will be helping to Rekover the Lost K-Line of Mu. Very soon now, on a date easily guessed, you and others will begin to learn how and why this must be done.

In the meantime, you must journey to the Pool of Life. Here, close to the source of the K-Line and just a few miles from its epicentre, the first signs of its Re-aktivation will appear to you as Marks of Mu, left there by others who have gone before. 

These initial signs or marks may take the form of a measure of distance or a simple T.C.R. It is up to you to work out what that means. Use your initiative. Improvise.

Turn first to the dwelling places of the Four Evangelists. There, if you look carefully and with the right kind of eyes, you will notice certain signs that reveal what must be done.

Next, turn to the places immortalised in song, two sides of the same coin. The one that didn’t follow the Golden Rules. 

And so that you may know we speak the truth, we will reveal to you now certain things which have not yet come to pass.

On the 23rd of July, look to the chequered wall. 

On the 23rd of August, hear news of a tour long-awaited.

Finally, you will learn that the real KLF, not those re-enactors Cauty and Drummond, but the real KLF, never existed.

I wander through each charter'd street

Near where the plotted line does cross

And find in every place I meet

Marks of Mu that mark the course”

What could it all mean? Some of it I could figure out immediately - “the date easily guessed”, “the Pool of Life” and its (fab) “Four Evangelists” seemed straightforward enough. But a “K-Line”, “Marks of Mu” and “T.C.R.” - I had no idea. 

I could only start with what I understood, and determined to follow these clues in the correct order - John, Paul, George and Ringo, and their respective “dwelling places”. Then I would investigate those places “immortalised in song”. This was surely a reference to Penny Lane b/w Strawberry Fields Forever, the first Beatles record to fail to reach number one in the UK singles chart after a long unbroken run, hence the stuff about not following “the Golden Rules”.

Liverpool - I’ve got a feeling it won’t be long and I’ll be back. But you won’t see me here, there and everywhere or any time at all, because something will come together, fixing a hole and tell me why - what goes on. 

Part 2

I arrived in Liverpool on a slightly overcast mid-summer’s day. I had planned the night before to leave the car at Calderstone’s Park. This was a reasonably central location from which to set out on foot to visit each of the six locations I had identified from the clues in yesterday’s invitation. 

In fact my walk that day was not in the most logical order. A more circular route without any doubling back was available, but it necessitated visiting the four homes out of their established order (John, Paul, George and Ringo) and beginning instead at Forthlin Road. I opted to stick with tradition and set off from the car park onto a narrow lane leading up towards Menlove Avenue, and my first port of call. 

The path was still damp from an earlier light shower, but the sun was beginning to break through from behind a thin veil of cloud as I emerged from the shade of a row of aged oaks and yew trees. Lennon’s comfortable childhood home, now under the care of the National Trust, was just a short walk away.

But before I reached the address my gaze was caught by the unlikely sight of a traffic cone which appeared to have been deliberately placed next to the street sign. Then I noticed a gap in a row of cones guarding a shallow, unattended trench on the opposite side of the road, from where it had evidently been repositioned. 

As I drew nearer, I noticed a small symbol decorating the cone’s point. Could this be one of the “Marks of Mu” referred to in the invitation, I wondered, as I took a picture of it. Further investigation of Menlove Avenue revealed nothing else out of the ordinary. So far, this was my only clue.

I retraced my steps back towards Calderstone’s Park, musing as I did that I was probably taking the same direct route between their homes once trod by Lennon and McCartney years before. Soon, I took a left turn onto Mather Avenue, crossed to the opposite side of the road and continued towards Forthlin Road, only a minute’s walk further ahead on the right. 

Turning the corner into Forthlin Road, I glanced down at the street sign and stopped in my tracks, brought up suddenly by the incongruous sight of another traffic cone, its point also displaying a symbol, but different from the one before. I took a picture and continued to the McCartney’s former residence, again finding nothing else unusual. But now I had established a pattern. Unlikely as it seemed, perhaps these cones and symbols were indeed the “Marks of Mu” the invitation had spoken of.

The walk to George’s old address took a bit longer and gave me time to gather my thoughts and study the pictures I had taken. Apart from the symbols decorating their summits, the traffic cones appeared otherwise perfectly normal, if somewhat out of place.

With the weather brightening up a bit and a spring in my step, I was soon turning the corner into Arnold Grove fully expecting to find another decorated and repositioned traffic cone, and so it proved. I snatched a quick photo and, feeling increasingly like I was onto something, didn’t bother to investigate the location any further. I had already discovered what I was there to find, and the walk to Ringo’s next was the longest stretch between points.

I headed back across the main road, and squeezed through a gap in the fence to cut through Mystery Park, crossed Smithdown Road, onto Ullet Road leading to Croxteth Road and into Toxteth. It was almost lunchtime when I reached the corner of Madryn Street, its sign inevitably accompanied by a traffic cone with its Mark of Mu. I was getting hungry, so I hurriedly grabbed my picture and set off for lunch, after which I would begin my walk back to Calderstone’s Park, via Penny Lane and Strawberry Fields.

Part 3

During lunch I mulled over all I had discovered that morning and looked again at the invitation. I still had no clue what the “measure of distance” stuff referred to, but other things were becoming clearer. “T.C.R.” might conceivably refer to traffic cones…something. Soon, I found myself reasoning, “well, they’d all apparently been moved, so perhaps it stands for ‘traffic cone repositioning’ or something similar.” In the absence of anything else to go on, it seemed a plausible hypothesis. 

Then, taking a closer look at the morning’s last photo, I zoomed in on the mural in the background and was surprised to notice a detail I’d missed at the time. The number 23 appeared to hove into view just at the point where my fingers had distractedly zoom-pinched the screen; there it was emblazoned on the chest of a Blue Meanie. Meanwhile, on the left of the photo, a small group of Beatles tourists were echoing the Bunnymen’s characteristic group pose, whilst over on the right, a car registration offered a different kind of Mark of Mu to that visible on the repositioned traffic cone.

There was much to consider. I was aware of no previous associations between the Fab Four and the number 23. Its appearance might be dismissed as an odd coincidence, but these odd coincidences were really starting to pile up here. Researching this particular curiosity later that evening, I discovered a series of podcasts which confirmed an existing association between the Beatles and the number 23, which might have gone some way towards de-mystifying its unexpected appearance, but the podcasts were rather more specific than that.

I learned that a couple of Beatles experts had looked into the question of what was the most important, recurring date during the years in which the Beatles were active. Before I heard it confirmed, I had already anticipated exactly what this date would be - August 23rd. “A date easily guessed” indeed.

I seemed to be generating more questions than answers. Perhaps this afternoon’s investigations would help make things clearer. Refreshed and determined to solve this riddle, I set off for Penny Lane.

I made my way through Princes Park, Sefton Park and then along Greenbank Lane, meaning to arrive at the quiet, end-corner where Penny Lane meets Greenbank Drive. When I reached my destination I noticed a distinct lack of traffic cones. Instead, across the lane from me, a middle-aged American tourist was lingering by the street sign clutching a pen, with which she’d just added her signature to the many others obscuring the original signage. 

On my side of the lane there was no physical street sign as such, but a representation of one had been painted onto the wall, then covered by a clear, graffiti-proof screen, presumably so that this sign could avoid the fate of its opposite, neighbouring equivalent. 

Surrounding it, of course, were the inevitable graffiti tags left by a steady stream of pilgrims who regularly visit this spot and pose for selfies. One of these tags caught my eye however. Unlike the others, it appeared to consist of a simple mixture of watercolours added with a round brush. “180 miles” it stated, simply and rather cryptically. A measure of distance at last, but what could it mean? I pressed on, walking the entirety of Penny Lane but finding nothing more.

Turning right at St Barnabas Church onto Smithdown Road, I continued towards Queen’s Drive roundabout, where I switched back onto Menlove Avenue. Passing the street sign I’d taken a picture of earlier that morning, I noticed that the traffic cone was no longer there, and the apparent gap in the line of cones across the road, which I’d also noticed that morning, was no longer there either. 

I needed to cross to the other side of Menlove Avenue in order to get to Strawberry Fields, so I figured I might as well cross here and inspect those traffic cones. Of course, they were just perfectly ordinary traffic cones. I felt a sudden, absurd impulse to check if the cone had somehow disappeared from the image on my phone, but it was obviously still there, with its symbol clearly visible. However, none of the cones in front of me bore that symbol, or looked as if they ever had.

Without any other leads to follow, there was nothing left to do but press on towards Strawberry Fields. No longer a school for the blind - nowadays it’s yet another Beatles tourist trap, attracting a steady flow of visitors. I turned left into Beaconsfield Road and headed up the gentle incline towards those famous (replica) gates. 

Then I saw it straight away, the largest and most obvious Mark of Mu I was to find that day was waiting here at the last site I’d planned to investigate. “180 Miles”, just like graffiti back at Penny Lane, only this one was accompanied by a cryptic message, clearly left there by the same hand. It read “Who knows where the line goes”. 

There it was, at last, a possible reference to the mysterious “K-Line” which the invitation had spoken of, and that same measure of distance again, “180 miles”. I took a picture of this enigmatic message and picked my way back down the narrow pavement through the tourists who were alighting from the Magical Mystery Tour Bus. The car was just a brief stroll away. It was only half past two; I had made it round in good time, and was now unsure of what to do with the rest of the afternoon.

The key was in the ignition, but with no clear idea of where I should go next, Calderstones Park seemed as good a place as any to gather my thoughts and reckon with all I had discovered so far. So I locked the car again and set off to have another look at the engraved Neolithic stones still standing there, which give the park its name. 

The Calderstones are now regrettably kept undercover and visible only behind thick glass. Of course, I accept that they need to be protected, but for me, this level of interference with them cannot be justified. An ancient oak tree, known locally as the Allerton Oak, stands close by, also ironically vandalised in an effort to preserve it. 

These thoughts began to merge with my musings on the day’s discoveries as I re-read the invitation for the 23rd time and scrolled through the photos I’d taken earlier. I let my mind drift and free-associate through a word-cloud of my day so far.

…traffic cones…graffiti…Marks of Mu…who knows where the line goes…the K-Line…the Fab Four…an ancient oak tree…Neolithic stones…

I had the strongest intuition that I was close to the answer as I stepped over a “keep off the grass” sign and drifted back onto the pathway.

Heading towards me a little way ahead was a man with long hair and the sort of beard you could lose a badger in, making it impossible to determine his age. He was pushing a shopping trolley burdened with a large cardboard box and stopping passers-by trying to interest them in its contents.

As he approached me I saw that it was filled with copies of this year’s AA UK Road Map. In any other part of the country that might strike me as unusual, but Liverpool is full of characters like this, always trying to sell something that fell off the back of a lorry. 

The price as printed on each cover was £15, but I offered him a fiver on an impulse and he took it.  It seemed like something that would come in handy. Then I allowed my thoughts to wander aimlessly once more.

…traffic cones…graffiti…Marks of Mu…who knows where the line goes…the K-Line…the Fab Four…an ancient oak tree…Neolithic stones…a map…

Then it struck me with the dull thud of a Nissan Bluebird falling off a cliff and I knew exactly what I had to do. I returned to the car with a new urgency in my stride and sped off to my Airbnb, stopping on the way to buy scissors and sellotape. Was this enlightenment or madness?

I returned to my room and began tearing pages from the road map, then sticking them back together again to form one large, rather unwieldy, diagonal road map from Liverpool to London that would really test my map-folding skills. I marked dots at two very specific locations with as much accuracy as a 3-inches-to-the-mile road map would allow. Then, using a broom handle and a few tins of paint to hold it in place, I drew the K-Line and saw that it was good. At the very least, it was a reasonable and testable hypothesis, and tomorrow I intended to test it.

Part 4

I spent the rest of the evening testing and exploring the route taken by this hypothetical line connecting two points on a map as my phone was recharging. I was struck almost immediately by the number of places on or close to the line, where compelling evidence of K-related activity already existed. How had I not seen this before?

The first proper test I subjected it to was to make an approximate calculation of its distance from end to end. If my hypothesis was correct, it ought to be somewhere in the region of 180 miles, and so it proved. 

Next it occurred to me that I should work out where the exact centre of the line fell, just as my phone buzzed to indicate that it was fully charged. Technology allowed for much greater accuracy with such a task than my stuck-together road map, so I used it to identify the midpoint and research the area for anything unusual.

After a little while I had a much more accurate picture of the route the line took, and further confirmation that it was indeed almost exactly 180 miles long. I turned my attention once more to the midpoint of the line and very quickly found reports that, inexplicably, it had rained apples on that very spot a few years back. 

Finally I decided to investigate the route taken by the line through Liverpool and towards the River Mersey. I noticed that I had unknowingly crossed it several times during my investigations earlier that day.

The line struck out across the Mersey at a point on the boundary between John Lennon Airport and Speke Hall, a Tudor mansion and estate belonging to the National Trust. If my calculations were correct, it passed directly through a viewing point on the grounds of Speke Hall which afforded a splendid view of the Mersey and the airport, sat atop the remains of an ancient earthwork known locally as the Bund. It seemed to be the best place to resume my investigations in the morning.

I was ever conscious of the line during my short drive to Speke Hall the following morning, and keenly aware which parts of the route crossed or ran parallel with it. If my hypothesis was correct, and I had solved the riddle of the K-Line, then I really ought to find more of these mysterious signs, or “Marks of Mu” here, right on the line at the point where it finally departs Liverpool, the city that is home to its source.

There was nothing remarkable or unusual about the final approach to Speke Hall along the turning path which led through the perimeter grounds to the car park. But as I approached the entry point I spotted another “traffic cone repositioning”, or T.C.R. as the invitation referred to them. Just like those I saw yesterday, this one too was sporting a symbol near its summit. I paid my dues and began to explore the grounds casually, rather than head straight for the point I’d identified the previous night, to see what else might turn up.

I searched every corner and dead end of the maze next to the children’s play area, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. The Tudor Mansion House yielded no further clues, nor did the many well-tended gardens surrounding it. This was some disappointment after such a promising start with the T.C.R. in the car park. So I abandoned these rather aimless explorations and set off for the place I’d settled on the previous evening as the point right on the line, overlooking John Lennon airport and the Mersey estuary, where it seemed to me that I would be most likely to find something.

I followed a muddy, less trod path which led upwards onto ‘the Bund’ - the remains of a prehistoric earthwork on the boundaries of the estate. Although there were plenty of visitors to Speke Hall that day, I had this particular path all to myself. 

Soon it brought me to the benches where, according to my computer-generated map, the line passed directly through, and sure enough two them bore symbols alongside the same “180 miles” tags I had discovered yesterday afternoon at Penny Lane and Strawberry Fields. For me this was confirmation of the hypothesis. The K-Line exists and I had discovered its exact route.

The path led back down to something called ‘The Childe of Hale Trail’ - actually a series of trails of varying lengths which crisscrossed the K-Line, the longest of which led to the nearby village of Hale. The Childe of Hale, I learned, was the nickname given to a local giant whose real name was John Middleton. His final resting place can be found in the graveyard at St Mary’s Church and a nearby statue commemorates him. He died on the 23rd of August 1623. 

The reappearance of the “date easily guessed” caught my attention…

Time passed.


July 23rd came round and made clear what the invitation had been referring to. I decided to make contact with these KLFRS folks whoever they were, and received a reply from someone calling himself ‘the Tillerman’. He thanked me for raising the matter of the K-Line, but didn’t seem at all surprised by it. Indeed I had the distinct impression that he was already well aware of it.

He offered to publish my research, with the caveat that some of it may have to be redacted, and all of it would have to wait until after certain other details had been revealed. Thinking back to the invitation I’d received, I assumed this meant after August 23rd. He signed off with a question. 

“Have you worked out what it’s for?”

So, I’m forwarding this log to the KLFRS in the hope that others may assist and continue with this work. 

The lure of the K-Line is strong. I may write again soon. But it’s possible this may be the only time I contact you. Much depends upon if and how others choose to answer the call. 

But I’ll be out there somewhere, still searching for the K-Line.


TILLERMAN WRITES: A curious tale is developing in and around Liverpool. If you have anything to add to this research, please make KONTACT.



On the morning of the 23rd of September, there were two very similar submissions to The KLFRS. Both of them featured a bridge over the M1 on the A41. The first was from a regular contributor to The Society and their submission was shared across the usual platforms. The second, submitted without a message and from a non-descript email address, contained no spoken adornments. It was just the sound of two busy roads near Watford. I shared the second video with the regular contributor, remarking on the coincidences involved.

Now this part pains me to reveal. Much to my shame, I had not watched the second video in its entirety. After the publishing of this Letter For Tillerman, the regular contributor got in touch and pointed out the rather obvious link to anyone who had bothered to watch the second video to the end.

180 miles?

What could it mean?

Both videos linked below.




Good evening Tillerman

I read with much interest the letter discussing, amongst other things, The Beatles and traffic cones. One aspect that struck me was mention of 180 miles. As a retired member of the clergy, my immediate reaction was to consult the New Testament and Revelation 14:20.

Then the press was trampled outside the city, and blood flowed out of the press up to the horses' bridles for about 180 miles.

There are some theologians on the more adventurous side of history that suggest that Revelation 9 references The Beatles in several verses and most clearly in verses 7-9.

7.And the shapes of the locusts were like unto horses prepared for war; and upon their heads as it were crowns like unto gold, and their faces were as men's faces.

8.And they had hair as the hair of women, and their teeth were as teeth of lions.

9.And they had breastplates, as it were breastplates of iron; and the sound of heir wings was as the sound of chariots, of many horses rushing to war.

I’m sure I don’t need to tell The Tillerman, that 14 + 9 = 23, but there are, alas, only 22 chapters of Revelation. Incidentally, Revelation 22 makes mention of ‘The Rivers Of Life”.

I’m unsure if this adds to the debate and is in harmony with your anonymous letter writer, but I thought it was important to share with you.

Blessings for your journey

Rev. Gordon Anthony

Formerly of St Cuthbert's Church, Shustoke, Birmingham

PS. I very much enjoyed The White Room in my youth, but the very notion of The Black Room had me fearing for your souls. 


Dear Tillerman

I have read with much interest the letters you have published covering some strange happenings around the birthplaces of The Beatles and the learned explorations of scripture by the retired Reverend.

At present, you seem to keeping these missives very much at arm’s length. This is, in my opinion, a very wise decision on your part.

The Bible analysis attributed to theologians, purported to be referencing the rise of The Beatles is, to my knowledge, a much darker interpretation of Revelations by groups that would not be, in any way, referred to a theologians. Theirs is path of chaos and Armageddon. I am choosing not to spell it out for you, as the reach of search engines across the globe may draw some unwanted attention your way.

Two little words for you.


The cult never died. It just threw the ponchos on the fire and bought army fatigues.

Do your own research. See who really linked “breastplates of iron and The Beatles” and maybe reconsider the path you are walking along.

What was always there, should always be there. Shovels are for gravediggers.

Yours with a watchful third eye



[ANONYMOUS EMAIL] from same address as original letter at the top of the page]


Although I am grateful to you for publishing most of my initial letter and supporting evidence, I’m contacting you again with some reluctance. I see that you have chosen to censor certain details from my initial correspondence. I can only speculate as to why this is so.

But I’m pleased to see that others have been in touch - that further evidence has emerged. There’s another clue, aside from the “180 miles”, at the end of that clip which you initially failed to watch right through. The clue is the location of the image on the postcard…

Indeed many of the clues to this riddle relate to specific locations. 

I believe the good Reverend who wrote to you was indeed onto something by drawing attention to a novel exegesis of Revelations that refers yet again to the Beatles. Just like the locations I investigated in mid-Summer, just like John Lennon Airport, the good Reverend’s observation is a further clue, whose answer lies in a very specific and particular location that is one of the details which you Tillerman, chose to redact from my previous email.

Perhaps you will allow me to reveal that detail, and another, on this occasion.

The K-Line is more than a line between two points on a map. 

But the full extent of its mysteries cannot be investigated unless seekers know exactly where those two points on a map actually are. 

End to end, the K-Line runs between (redacted) and (redacted).

Once this is understood, seekers can plot the exact route of the K-Line and it may be properly explored. 

For there is much still to explore, and much that has not yet been revealed.

You asked me what it’s for.

Well, I do have some thoughts on that; a theory is beginning to form. 

But I will wait until I have gathered more clues and evidence before I answer. Perhaps when I next write again.

To the Tillerman

The destination of this journey couldn't possibly lie on the K-Line, being some 6000 miles away, but it has come to my attention that it may in fact be an origin point of the T-Line, first(?) discovered by Cauty and Drummond some 31 years prior.

In truth, the physical journey has already been completed; I continue to work on Kompiling A Record of it and what was found, with the help of others.

Whether this will contribute in any way to a "Rekovery" of the T-Line, if such a thing is possible or even advised, remains to be seen. Perhaps we should have left the shovels at home.

More to come.



As a newcomer to the KLFRS website I have been amusing myself reading the various contributions. However, one error struck me. You refer to a John Lee Hooker track as "Boogie chillin", when to the best of my knowledge and on various records I own the track is described either as "Boogie chillun" or "Boogie chillen" and is an exhortation for the children to boogie, similar to David Bowie's wish in "Starman". It has nothing to do with the concept of "chillin' out".

Apologies for the pedantry but I believe this literal (not lateral) distinction must be made.


John Roberts


Dear Tillerman,

While I'm enjoying trying to puzzle out the Letters and videos you are receiving in reference to the Lost K-Line Of Mu (that's clearly Silverstone... I can hear a motorway beyond those woods... is that Japan? etc) I was amused to discover that the Los Angeles Metro is currently constructing its own K Line (the first part of which opened last October) and that there are many K-related videos and photos of the project (such as this one https://youtu.be/76l55QX-V-Y?si=c-SYFMSUpHwKP7Al )


I mean, I can't afford to fly back out to L.A. this year but I'll be sure to take a ride on the K Train should I ever make it back there. Maybe in time for the KLF's Whisky A Go Go show in 300 years.

Anyway, I must buy some more road maps at work this week and get my string out.

Keep on keeping on,


and later...

Indeed, this evening I attempted to plot a rough approximation of what may or may not be the K-Line on Google Maps (using, thanks to the A-Z photo supplied by your original correspondent, a reasonably accurate guess of the Cavern Club at one end and the South Bank Centre at the other) and I'm delighted if not entirely surprised to discover the line, as I plot it, runs roughly through several places at its southern end to places in Hertfordshire that I used to live in while The HAMMS were active, including 

the bridge across the M1 where The JAMs graffitied It's Grim Up North (not far from Bushey's former Masonic Boys' School - at the time the United States International University Europe - where we first met and lived, Sep '92 - Jun '93), across Otterspool Lane near Wall Hall (Nov / Dec '93). through the Meriden Estate, Garston (Sep / Oct '93) and directly over the "Magic Roundabout" (AKA the Plough Roundabout) in Hemel Hempstead (Summer 2000), which I used as the inspiration for my first solo tape as we lived up the hill.

Which is a happy coincidence if nothing else.

Regards and things,


URGENT UPDATE (10/10/23)

The Tillerman received another of the aforementioned and unsolicited 180 Miles videos and, as is now becoming a far too regular occurence, this was uploaded to the usual platforms.

Faster than a speeding bullet train, robodisko23 suggested

"That's the Biomass Energy Plant at Ince in Cheshire. Just off the M56"

We thank robodisko23 for his insight and promptness.


New from Robodisko

Dearly beloved,

As a skilled user of Google Earth (if I had been the chap in Lion, I’d have been home by teatime) I took it upon myself to spend no more than 23 minutes searching for the locations in the various 180 Miles videos.

Three of them I have found: Silverstone Race Track (easy, it was written on it), the Biomass Energy Plant near Ince (less easy, but I know a biomass energy plant when I see one), Fawsley Hall Hotel (not at all easy, please see above comment on Lion).

Starting at Mathew Street in Liverpool, if you draw a 180 mile long line cutting through, or as close to through those locations as possible, then you end up somewhere south of the Thames in London - Clapham Common? Battersea? 23 Muncaster Road?

Places yet to be identified: The park. A park? Or a significant park? The motorway overpass. Not, it must be stressed, the motorway overpass made [in]famous by the It’s Grim Up North graffiti, but a similar one…perhaps on the M1?

What we do not know: How thick is the line? Is Mathew Street its true start point? Was the use of the wrong overpass an error, a tribute, something else, the Watford [mind the] Gap? Why Sheep?


Also 11/10/23


I’m writing again, and so soon, because I am encouraged by the efforts of Stu, in whom I sense a kindred spirit. 

Stu if you’re reading this then know that you have very much the right idea, but the wrong locations.

You have detected shadows oscillating on either side of the true line, just as I did in Liverpool, where you are breathtakingly close to landing on the right spot.

I would gladly reveal the answers to you but am well aware that our host here the Tillerman will only censor my words.

As for the other end of the line - well, really, who knows where the last train goes?

But we do know where those re-enactors Drummond and Cauty parked their ice cream van on the 23rd November 2019, for I have obtained photographic evidence which is informative…

Blessings on your journey Stu.

It is necessary for my investigation that I continue to remain anonymous, but in order to avoid continually you having to repeat inelegant phrases like:-

”ANONYMOUS EMAIL from same address as original letter at the top of the page”

…you can call me Alf Kromer. 


Dear Tillerman,

While I can't write directly to your correspondent Alf Kromer (a pseudonym if there ever was one: KLF Roamer?) I'm indebted to their encouragement and further clues about the location, if not the purpose, of the Lost K-Line Of Mu.

Previously I'd attempted drawing a line from London to Liverpool, so this morning I attempted the feat in reverse, beginning with the Huskisson Memorial in St James's Cemetery as shown in their recent photograph and all the way down to the destination of the Last Train To Transcentral.

Whether my start and end points are entirely accurate yet is one thing but I was excited to discover that the personally important Watford place names I'd referenced in my earlier email (Garston, Otterspool) also occur on the north side of the Mersey as you approach John Lennon Airport. Shadows indeed. I really had no idea.

Anyway, I feel I've got enough of an idea of the route of the K-Line now that's it's time to ponder its meaning. Perhaps a walk around South London may provide some inspiration.

Regards to one and all,


Thank you Stu

Your Letters For Tillerman are a vital part of the discourse around whatever someone is creating around a K-Line. 

It seems to be a gigantic synchronicity generator as you’ve discovered yourself on two occasions now. 

We currently have at least three anonymous contributors, in addition to the the mysterious sender of the 180 videos, so it’s good to have yourself and the Reverend contributing a more public face. 

Mr 180 - as no one calls him - appears to be monitoring the website and the usual platforms, with his video submissions often following other online discussions. His submissions are also increasing in their frequency - are we approaching a point of concrescence?

We suspected Alf Kromer to be an attempt at onomancy, but it looks like you beat us to it in kracking The Kromer Kode. 



Dearly befuddled,

After many minutes scouring the English countryside alongside the [what I assume is to be the 180 mile K-Line] on Google Earth, looking for a golf course with the distinctive practice green, curvy road, square black fronted clubhouse arrangement, I had found nothing. After nearly and hour of back and forth, side to side, zooming into anything resembling a country club, I was at a loss. Then I decided to use a slightly different tactic, but found myself ‘finding’ most of the same golf courses I had already seen. Then, a breakthrough! Hidden off to the east of where I had drawn the K-Line was an as yet un-zoomed golfing establishment.

Could it be? Yes it was!

The location of the latest 180 Miles video is Aylesbury Vale Golf Club, just east of Leighton Buzzard.

Why was it so difficult to find? Well, it does sit uncomfortably east of the line through Silverstone and Fawsley Hall Hotel. Off the K-Line. But then, if Alf Kromer has used a thick pen for their line, then that opens up a far wider area than the metres' wide line on GE.

Where the line starts and ends is still a mystery. It seems to end somewhere in south London near Clapham Common, if we start at Mathew Street in Liverpool. It definitely does not end at The Benio / Trancentral, unless it starts somewhere at the mouth of the Mersey just off the coast near Crosby. Starting further north at Liverpool Docks [F**k the Millennium!] gets you to Chelsea, not very Rock n Roll.

The relevance of the places in the videos? Are they merely points of interest along the K-Line? Has something been left at each for an intrepid explorer to find? Has he burned a million lbs of chicken livers in the biomass power plant? Are they locations where Tat'jana and Kristina have invested their fortunes? Are they not Anti-establishment Art Warriors but instead shrewd renewables, country estate and motor racing investors? Only time will tell.

For now, I remain poised on Google Earth, awaiting the next mystery.



Good evening Tillerman,

Inspired by your speculation that The Lost K-Line Of Mu may be a "gigantic synchronicity generator" and having previously stated that I was considering a walk around South London soon, I decided today to get the train up from Brighton and see what transpired.

Despite the thorough and invaluable Google Earth mapping work of Robodisko23, I still  think that placing the southern end of the K-Line somewhere near Trancentral is as good a guess as any. If my assumption is correct, this means the line runs up through Battersea, across the Thames and on towards Liverpool very near to the sites Robodisko has highlighted previously.

Alternatively, The KLF's arrest for defacing a billboard near to Battersea Power Station (as recounted by David Stubbs in the Melody Maker) conceivably creates its own mythical line in South London and I was curious to see if synchronicities occurred on this route regardless.

I believe that this afternoon's wanderings prove that they do but I won't labour the point too heavily in this recounting. See what you think and pick up the references where you find them.

Stepping off the southbound tube train from Victoria at Stockwell, I was immediately confronted by an illuminated Underground billboard for the energy drink Tenzing. I'd never come across this product before.

Leaving Stockwell tube station, I passed the mural dedicated to Jean Charles de Menezes and headed south down the Clapham Road then turned right in Jeffreys Road towards Trancentral (the squat, not the myth, at least according to Flickr user John Milne, and Google Maps pins the street as such).

There are no clear Marks of Mu this afternoon to my eyes, just the expected hazy autumn afternoon comings and goings of the local residents, although a simple piece of Acid House graffiti is spotted on the other side of the road.

I continued north across Larkhall Park, rainclouds closing in, the steady stream of jets overhead descending towards Heathrow Airport, as the chimneys of Battersea Power Station rose in the distance. I do wonder if it was possible for people of a certain age to grow up or live around Lambeth and not find themselves drawn towards the iconography of Pink Floyd. The presence of their 'Animals' loomed large.

Exiting the northern edge of the park, a young couple are posing for a pair of photographers, her in white dress and jacket, he in black suit and with remarkable yellow-green hair. I don't know if it's a (Quantum) leap to assume he's paying homage to that other Stockwell, the young actor Dean in 'The Boy With Green Hair'. Maybe it's the current London look.

Crossing Wandsworth Road at the lights, I spot the concrete foundation stone of the former Polytechnic of the South Bank, laid in 1970 by the President of the National Federation Of Building Trades Employers.

Walking back past the parade of shops, I turn north again, the gaudy rainbow of the Thessaly Road Bridge (painted as an artwork entitled 'Happy Street' by Yinka Ilori) offering shelter from a brief rainstorm. I searched the sky for an actual 'Dark Side Of The Moon' rainbow between the rain and sunshine but must have missed it.

Crossing Nine Elms Lane at the point where Melody Maker photographer Kevin Westenberg snapped Jimmy Cauty posing in front of the KLF's defaced Gulf War advertising hoarding, I circle the steroid-pumped redevelopment of Battersea Power Station anti-clockwise before crossing the river at Chelsea Bridge, as close to my mapping as the mythical K-Line would allow.

From there, in my imagination, I see the K-Line leaving the Thames at the Meadowbank inlet and powering on towards Liverpool. A crane owned by WM Plant Hire lies on a river barge opposite the Power Station, and on the north shore the King William IV pub sits boarded up and waiting.

The rain has gone and the sun is back out and I decide to head downriver to remind myself how to reach the BFI for next month's '23 Seconds To Eternity' screening, leaving any further northern exploration of the possibilities of the K-Line for another day.

My favourite theory as to its purpose? That for the past 25 years, K2 Plant Hire have been boring a railway tunnel from Liverpool to Trancentral, just to make it easier for them to catch the Last Train home from their latest assignment.

Until things become clearer,



Dear Tillerman,

As promised, the document of the first leg of our journey along the T-Line (which appears to share one endpoint with the southern end of the K-Line, and pass through (among others) Stonehenge, CBGB, and oddly enough my own place of residence, before terminating at the location shown in said document) is complete. Please find it below and proceed how you will.

Per usual, further information remains forthcoming, but for now suffice it to say that my colleagues are hard at work on re-Konstruction and I'll be making a journey along the T and up the K come late November to share the end product with all who may be interested.

Unfortunately I remain as in-the-dark about the true nature of the K-Line as anyone else, but appreciate the Society entertaining our little Tangent.




Good evening Tillerman,

After our friend Robodisko23 was drawing a blank about the location depicted on one of the recently published '180 miles' videos (from 14th October), I decided to zoom in on my Google Maps line and look at every village, from north to south, from Liverpool to London.

I'm now certain that the two towers visible belong to Yarnfield Park Training And Conference Centre in Staffordshire, which lies dead on the K-Line if you draw it (as I previously surmised) between the Huskisson Memorial in St James's Cemetery, Liverpool and Trancentral, Jeffreys Road, Stockwell.

If I'm right, then the content of subsequent videos should be more and more easy for others to identify (I might have a crack at the village in the most recent video later this week if Robodisko or anyone else doesn't manage it first, although I have every faith that they will).

The meaning of the line is still turning over in the back of my mind, so I'm hoping to come up with a strong K-Line theory sooner or later.

You're never alone with a drone,


Thank you Stu. 

Tillerman notes that with today’s new submission from Mr. 180, there are now two power stations along the line. 

One from the past and one for the future. 

As ever, Tillerman doesn’t know what the fuuk to do with that. 



Hi Tillerman

Long time reader, first time writer.

Ever since you crawled back out of the mud to save our souls on 01-01-21, I’ve been intrigued by the jaunty angle of the poster’s Pyramid Blaster.

From the moment Korrespondant Alf(?), Korrespondant Robodisko and Korrespondant Stu’s mapping skills reached a tipping point, my quest to understand the jauntiness came to an end.17/10

Is there really a link between the SampleCity Through Trancentral posters and The K-LINE?

Or is this just another side effect of the disco biscuits of a lifetime ago?

And WTFIGO with “Alf’s” bench?



Stratford Upon Avon 


Good evening Tillerman,

A quick postscript:  Two power stations on the K-Line, one near the northern end and one near the southern end, makes me think of Station To Station, so still on the train line theme, or maybe an electrical energy charge, positive (future) to negative (past). Station To Station, Dot To Dot, Ashes To Ashes.

Incidentally, I've gone back to my map and extended the northern stretch of the line from the Huskisson Memorial into central Liverpool and it looks like it ends up at the assumed site of Carl Jung's Pool Of Life dream at the intersection of Matthew Street and Temple Court, so Robodisko23 had that right and I was very close with my first guess of the Cavern.

I've identified another 180 Miles video location too, Thornton College in Thornton, Bucks, directly on the K-Line. Perhaps the staff and pupils should also be on the lookout for any unusual activity around the school this year and make it into a class project.

I've tried making a word cloud out of the locations identified so far but nothing revealing has swum into view out of it just yet so it's back to the brainstorming,



There it is Tillerman. 

They’ve played your game and at last Stu has finally solved part of this Riddle and correctly identified the exact locations of the ends of the K-Line. Now others can use this to plot its 180 mile route with much greater accuracy, 

But as you and I both know, this is only the end of the beginning. Most of the line’s true path remains unexplored, its many secrets still hidden.

Elina in Stratford Upon Avon interests me strangely. Her approach offers a fresh new angle on the matter. I confess, I had not previously considered the relevance of the angle of the pyramid in the logos of those posters - who knew? But the photographic evidence she provided is striking. 

Indeed it chimes with a few recent discoveries of my own. Given the proliferation of Beatles-related activity at the Liverpool end of the line, it seemed reasonable to suppose that there may well be RollingStones-related activity at the London end, and so it proved. 

I uncovered the attached image during my initial researches. You’ll notice that the text has been justified at the same jaunty angle Elina identifies, overlaying a map and precisely marking a section of the K-Line.

Knowingly or otherwise, Elina has hit upon something important. For I believe the jaunty angle, like the 180 miles tags, the 300 years tags and repositioned traffic cones, may well prove to be another significant mark of mu. It is my hope that those reading this will report any further evidence that they should just so happen to find, ideally with pics (or it didn’t happen). 

ps Seriously Tillerman, “Elina Tramell”! Only a fool would fail to spot that one. And as for your earlier hints about power stations, well all I can say is, how is your latest clue relevant?

Alf Kromer


Dear Tillerman.

I would like to apply for the role of K-Line Kurator. The truth is - I've solved the riddle of the K-Line. I know where it begins and where it ends. I've explored all 180 miles of its route. And I know what it's for. I'm you're ideal candidate, and I'm willing to explain why, in  considerable detail on the 23rd. What say you Tillerman?

Kind Regards

Gary Aster