December 17, 2004

Queen's Park

"This is Queen's Park. All change, please, this train terminates here, all change."
"What? I want to go to Harrow & Wealdstone!"
"Sir, this train terminates here. Could you get off, please?"
"No, it doesn't terminate here. I want to go to Harrow and this train will be made to go to Harrow and I'm not moving until it does."
"I'm sorry, Sir, but this train really isn't going to Harrow. Would you please get off now so we can clear the platform?"
"No! This train is going to Harrow. Give me one good reason why this train can't go to Harrow!"
"Engineering work this weekend. The line's closed. In fact, the track's mostly not there at all right now, so this train couldn't get to Harrow unless it could levitate. There's a bus outside the station for points north of here."
"Ah."

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December 15, 2004

Kilburn Park

A figure stands at the south end of the northbound platform, head down, eyes closed, toes just a few inches from the edge. A distant rumble builds into the rushing wind of an approaching train as the figure stands stiffly still, fists firmly clenched.

The driver sees the figure a couple of seconds before reaching the platform and whistles frantically, but too late - the train hammers out of the tunnel and sweeps all before it in a screaming whine of hard deceleration.

Silence. The doors open with a rumble. The figure opens her eyes and steps onto the train through the open doors in front of her. She looks around to see a nearly-empty carriage, smiles nervously and takes a relieved seat.

It's a start, she thinks. Not much, but it's a start.

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December 13, 2004

Maida Vale

A visiting brass band from a corner of rural Bavaria wish to return to their hotel at Charing Cross one evening at around nine o'clock. They trail down the escalators, instruments in tow, and wait quietly for the next train. When it arrives, they squeeze politely into the rear carriage between the commuters and evening party people on their way into town.

As the train pulls out of the station a traveller arrives on the platform. While mentally cursing her luck and checking when the next train is due she notices something odd about the sound of the train as it sweeps past.

Weird, she thinks. I've heard tube trains make a lot of noises, but they're usually clattering and banging-type noises. Definitely not oompah-type noises.

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