ST RATFORD
You know you're in trouble when the station tries to rename itself into something less desirable. From the minute I booked on, I knew it was going to be a case of nut-nuts left, right and centre. And boy was I right. When you hear the the staff are on first name terms with the local junkies, it's a fact that becomes that unnerving you have to laugh just to shake off the feeling. I also had some random asian bloke stroll around Platform 5 shouting about how zombies would stop the Paralympics or something – I'd like to think one of the patrolling BTP officers got him, but I think he boarded a NXEA train to Liverpool Street in the end.
In other news; the new northern ticket hall is looking pretty savvy (well – it was completed a long time ago) – some wise crack however has plunged the gates already and they were flashing away the last time I peered through the glass. I meant to get the key off the supervisor to have a wander around (as he did keep telling me to take the key and go up there, as the fire doors are padlocked at the moment for obvious reasons). It's ready to open, but we have to wait for Westfield to get their shit in order before we do.
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ST RATFORD
You know you're in trouble when the station tries to rename itself into something less desirable. From the minute I booked on, I knew it was going to be a case of nut-nuts left, right and centre. And boy was I right. When you hear the the staff are on first name terms with the local junkies, it's a fact that becomes that unnerving you have to laugh just to shake off the feeling. I also had some random asian bloke stroll around Platform 5 shouting about how zombies would stop the Paralympics or something – I'd like to think one of the patrolling BTP officers got him, but I think he boarded a NXEA train to Liverpool Street in the end.
In other news; the new northern ticket hall is looking pretty savvy (well – it was completed a long time ago) – some wise crack however has plunged the gates already and they were flashing away the last time I peered through the glass. I meant to get the key off the supervisor to have a wander around (as he did keep telling me to take the key and go up there, as the fire doors are padlocked at the moment for obvious reasons). It's ready to open, but we have to wait for Westfield to get their shit in order before we do.
All Rights Reserved, as stated. Re-posts are with express permission only.
You may not use this image, edit it or alter it in any way (and as a result, claim the image or the derivative as your own). And it's not for Tumblr either.