Four Foot Eight

Finsbury Park

A young man is standing staring at the wall. He looks a little dazed.

It's all just simple lines, he thinks. Swirling colours, weird shapes, trippy patterns. Moving in and out of each other, writhing around in curves and straight lines with an almost.. yeah, an almost hypnotic grace and fluidity. Kind of reminds me of that acid we scored a couple of years ago off that mate of Steve's. Great stuff, this.

So, er, yeah, he thinks as his eyes refocus - that's six stops on the Piccadilly Line, and it looks like if I change onto the Central at Holborn that'll be the quickest way to Marble Arch. Sorted.