Waiting for the Water to Heat up

When I was a teenager - right up until the age of 22 when I left Uxbridge - I used to go to London a lot. Ostensibly this was to buy records (in the 1980s from Shades 'the heavy metal specialists' down a small alley in Soho) but really there was something else I liked about going to London.

There was a certain feeling of freedom and vastness I craved, and also a sense of oldness and secrecy. It always amazed me quite how old and labyrinthine some of the buildings in London seemed. The underground system seemed impossibly deep, and the rattling carriages would lull me into a headache-y reverie.

I remember one night - coming back from a gig with Edward (The Undead? Danzig? Shonen Knife?) and we got stuck at a tube station for a while. The place was deserted, and all I could hear was the humming of the escalators. It must have been getting close to midnight, but I had never heard the Jam song so wasn't that bothered. 

I have no idea why I'm thinking about all this at 7:30am.

Time for a shower anyway.