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wanstead

An unexpected detour in my journey home this evening, as I woke up just as we were leaving Leytonstone. It had to happen eventually, I suppose.

Still, I got to see Wanstead tube station. I can't say I was particularly impressed - a thoroughly dispiriting station. Cool enough, I suppose, if you like bunker chic, but its echoing emptiness and the water dripping from the tunnel ceiling did nothing to remove from my mind images of the diseased survivors of some future apocalypse eking out a living down there, eating rats and the incautious companions of square-jawed heroes.

Commuting does nothing for me.

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note to self

Note to self: chocolate fragments and ironing boards do not mix.

Further note to self: put shirts back in the washing machine.

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