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April 12th, 2008
The DLR remains fairly uncollected, so we began, mostly at random with Langdon Park, a new station only opened in December 2007. Langdon Park doesn't really have anything about it that would indicate it's newness, it blends in seamlessly with the corporate European toy train blandness of much of the rest of the DLR. From Wikipedia: 'The station has 90m platforms connected by a lightweight transparent replacement bridge link from Carmen Street and Hay Currie Street which were all pre-fabricated off-site and lifted into position over two weekends to reduce service disruption.' ...and this is the problem with much modern building. Not to mention the fact that it seem to have a surfboard sticking out the roof.
The problem with having a birthday in March, is that the weather is always horrible. The rain a melancholic drizzle that beads on your clothes and permeates misery.
Behind us, building work continues - possibly more wasted money on the Olympics, the three cranes each in a primary colour, like children's toys.
We press on to All Saints. I feel we should be singing girl group harmonies and wearing baggy combats that show off a lot of midriff and a thong. There's no station signage outside that we can get a clear shot of without endangering life, limb and good shoes, so trust me that we did pass through the ticket barrier here. 'Ticket barriers' on the DLR being somewhat more of an abstract permeable membrane one wafts through rather than an actual obstacle to traverse.
( All Saints )
We press on to Poplar, which again betrays no special distinction, despite being a nodal point on the DLR and the busiest station in terms of through services, and site of the tightest curves of the DLR trackline, and they aren't describing Gaby and mine's corsetry.
The DLR from above, looking out across a rainy Docklands...
From this point we decide to skip on a few stops to our destination of the morning Cutty Sark for Greenwich town centre...
Cutter Head in the entrance to Cutty Sark DLR in way of signage...
From being on the surface on the DLR stations we'd visited so far today, Cutty Sark is underground. Platforms signs - apologies for the blurriness - indict there's plenty of things to do here, but sadly the eponymous ship itself isn't one of them at the moment, being that it caught fire not so long ago...I think it fitting that Gaby and are conclude out tubewhoring for the day at at station named for a tea clipper, that itself is named for a type of chemise. We are certainly the only people on the station who might own such a thing...Fall into conversation with a very friendly sort who is fascinated in a charming way with a pair of trad goths appearing on the platform.. We get him to oblige with a photo as he expounds on how more people should dress more extravagantly in everyday life... sentiment I can wholeheartedly endorse.
And then back to the DLR, up to Canary Wharf to change to the Jubilee to green park for tea at Browns with Liza...