Tubewhore (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tubewhore) wrote,@ 2007-01-13 13:14:00 |
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Baron's Court
Last week I was overtaken by a sudden need for movement, for travel simply for travel's sake. I know why, it's one of my reaction's to grief, and last week was a grieving week. Chose to deal with the restlessness with a spontaneous trip to London thanks to artnouveauho 's generous offer of her flat to crash in. The girl sitting opposite me was fascinated with my crocheting, asking questions about how long it took to learn to do it. Coming up on the train my heart felt bruised and I was distracted and unquiet in myself.
As ever I'd taken solace in clothes, as if costuming myself as some else, I will become someone else, a character who doesn't feel as low as I did. However,just as was pulling into Paddington, the phone rang. It was the chap I'd interviewed with before Christmas - I had by this point of not hearing anything convinced myself that I had not got the job and was extremely worried about making ends met in the coming months - however it was good news! A good start to my few days away to know some financial stability has been secured. My mood still grim, but this was one burden lifted.
On arriving in Paddington dashed across town with baggage for a key exchange and tea with B & P at Westminster, then hauled baggage to flat, where I pretty much dropped everything and ran back out to enjoy the anonymity of the city. Headed over to see velvetdahlia and buryman. buryman in Acton as it has been an age. We had a slap up feed, courtesy of the local Chinese takeaway which was marvellous and decadent, all added to of course by the company. The problem now though, is having eliminated so many of the inner London stations, all this journeying around town had not added a single new station to the list. The obsessive in me needed to get at least ONE for my day in the Capital, so headed back to South Ken via Baron's Court on the Piccadilly Line. Upstairs Baron's Court is absinthe green Edwardian tiling. These are always my favourite finds. Dressed in pseudo Edwardian clothes I felt I matched the Sherlockian atmosphere.
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I love the completely unnecessary swoop of the bracket, the font styling...all these little design details...yummy! Off course it was late in the evening and no-one there to get a picture of me in the ticket hall. Back on the platform, I accosted a helpful woman who waved the camera in my direction. I could tell from the way she was failing to hold the camera steady that the shots would be useless in the low light levels, but she was having fun, and some of the blurs were quite entertaining...
She was happily snapping away when her train came in and she dashed off and I took a clearer picture of the signage myself. As I did so, a chap who had been watching the procedings asked if I'd got what I wanted. I explained the project and he happily did me a clearer shot with me in frame with the station name before our Piccadily Line service arrived. We then boarded together, and talked of art as we trundled eastwards. London can be so utterly hostile that these chance encounters with strangers are thrilling.
