Tubewhore (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tubewhore) wrote,@ 2006-11-20 22:07:00 |
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| Entry tags: | acton town, balham, clapham common, park royal, south kensington |
Park Royal, Clapham Common & Balham
Another bloody ugly expanse of grim industrial concrete spread of leisure park. No sign of a Royal Park, unless the Queen likes to hang out at one of those free standing Pizza Huts that seem to come in clip-together kit form and spring up overnight. I image a vast forest expanse used for royal hunting parks, like the New Forest. Anything natural here long since paved over and tarmaced.
Could be anywhere in Britain, out-of-town shopping complex with emotionless Vue cinema, which is our destination to see The Prestige.
However, the station itself another one of those thirties brick built glories with charming signage and glass fronted layers. The only thing of beauty around here.
Can you still mail to the staff, or is this for staff to post their own letters? Does the post office still pick up from here? I fear people post nothing but fag-ends.
I love the individual details of the stations with odd signs and furniture such as this.
No sign of any information though, so we move on...
From Royal Park, chattering on the meaning of the film, to Acton Town to change to the Piccadily line for afternoon tea in South Ken.
We over-eat with the Divine Diva L and indulge in overdose of animated Doctor Who 'Invasion' and then off by bus to continue the menkiness with other uber-nerds at Balham via the Northern Line from Clapham Common
Clapham Common used to be my local station when I lived at Lavender Hill, and travelling home years later from work at Fulham Road to Crystal Palace I changed buses here from 345 to the 417 - ah, hairiness, thy name is Sue.
Later I shall write out my receipe for Subway Beef that involves marinating the meat through the gentle, soporific rocking of the tube carriage between Clapham Common and Belsize Park.
Head home to catch the last train home with tipsy Who-vians, who marvel at the turn of speed I can manage in spike heels. Journey back to West London takes an age...here's me being hugged by Peter Ware. Astoundingly, he made it home ok - he was very giggly by this point in the evening.
