The Scene: Bored. And for my friend, an excuse not to do homework.
I call one of my friends on a crowded Oxford Street following a health check up to organise something to do for the rest of the day, where I decide to meet at his house to find a particular place to go. I decide to return home for 40 minutes to charge my phone (to try and avoid a repeat of a previous incident) and grab some lunch. An hour later, I leave to go to my friends house where he calls me to ask if I can wait a little longer since he has not had lunch yet – too late!
Still, we manage to organise a route starting at Finsbury Park and ending somewhere around Tottenham, so we leave for North Ealing tube station, again using our knack for passing the least used stations in London – this one is the least used on the Piccadilly Line!
It’s a tube! Woot
At Acton Town we choose to make a ‘cross-platform dash’ to another train to save an enormous 2 minutes of waiting, and sat opposite a mother with 3 children, who are casually ripping Tesco receipts into strips of paper – I have no idea why. A little later, one of the boys decided it would be comfortable to sit with his feet on the seat, earning several disapproving looks.
— Tom Kell (@tkell97)
Continuing towards Central London, the train fills significantly at South Kensington and Earl’s Court, where no one seems to realise that they do not have to stand right in front of the doors. At Holborn, the family leaves, not taking all the paper with them off the floor and seat, while the most anti-social man I have ever seen on the tube boards and sits next to me. I quickly move seat to avoid his blaring music and the smell of his chicken wrap, while he gives me a dirty look. I shrug my shoulders, and he takes up the vacated seat with his coat and bag on a still rather full train.
Onwards through King’s Cross St Pancras, the station with the most lines passing through on the Tube, where the final remaining people with suitcases from Heathrow Airport leave. The train has started emptying out now, although a few people decide to remain standing. At Arsenal, a family leaves the train with some Arsenal Football Club gear which I assume meant they were going to visit the stadium.
At Finsbury Park we moved to the ideal door position for a speedy exit, while the antisocial man got up behind me. Unnerved by this, I ran off the train and up the stairs, quickly moving into the random network of subways that make up Finsbury Park Tube Station.
As we touched our Oyster Cards on the manual readers, I mention something unique about the station – it is one of the few without ticket barriers on the network, and by far the busiest, being in Zone 2. Just as I mention this, an announcement is made informing people that they must touch in and out manually, since many people do not realise that they always need to touch in or out even if there are no gates (or even more confusingly, if they are left open).
Emerging into the very busy Seven Sisters Road, we quickly guided ourselves round to the main station entrance, and onwards towards Finsbury Park itself.
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