Ooer, Gosh

Spookily quiet on the Underground this morning. I don’t know if it’s half term or anything, but the Tubes were rather empty, which is the way I like them.

As is my custom on the way into work, I tend to doze until I get to Euston, and then try to wake up properly on the stretch between Euston and Victoria. During this second part this morning, I was troubled to catch a glimpse on the platform at Oxford Circus, of someone who looked not entirely unlike Das Skalpell, the OdeSSa enforcer from a while back.

Now I have the fear.

Ooer, Gosh

Spookily quiet on the Underground this morning. I don’t know if it’s half term or anything, but the Tubes were rather empty, which is the way I like them.

As is my custom on the way into work, I tend to doze until I get to Euston, and then try to wake up properly on the stretch between Euston and Victoria. During this second part this morning, I was troubled to catch a glimpse on the platform at Oxford Circus, of someone who looked not entirely unlike Das Skalpell, the OdeSSa enforcer from a while back.

Now I have the fear.