Limey dahling that's lovely.
But what I really want is a photo of one of the Lost Stations of the Underground.
Yes, I know you can't get one from a Tube - they're dark. They're lost after all.
Neil Gaiman makes wonderful use of them in various short stories.
When I win the Lottery...
... I will organise a Dwellar party in London's original cellar. How's an abandoned Tube platform for the setting of a great horror movie? When few of us really know eachother IRL? And that lovely charismatic guy/ girl who joins just in time to join the party?
You seen
Creep, right? Not a great film, but for those of us who've taken the last Tube home it has resonance. Specially if you look like Franka Potente, like what I do.
PS - Unfair use of time difference there Monster.
You're sentenced to a round of the Circle Line.