21 - 09 - 2008. Tube speaks nothing.
Sunday evening, London city. Regardless of time, an empty tube platform is a rarity in London. It’s also a blatant excuse to stomp around getting facety with advertisments like an utter badman. I never get the ‘Creep’ impression that some strange disfigured tube dweller is going to pull me through a hidden access panel and garotte me. It’s sweet to sit, stare around idly at the dull decaying splendor for just a few seconds before the inescapable sound of rumbling trains and people draw near.