January 2010 Blog Posts (2)

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Snow had been falling for days. As I trudged towards the Arsenal tube station I thought of my namesake: Captain Robert Falcon Scott crossing the Antarctic. Scott would I felt sure have approved of our plan to have a beer in Cockfosters that night in spite of the…

We had agreed we were going to go to Cockfosters. Maybe it was the beer talking, I don’t know. Biggs and I were standing on the edge of a tube platform in South Kensington and a brand new decade that didn’t even have a name yet. It seemed to us that the time was right. Not that night true but soon, very soon...



Biggs had lived on the Piccadilly line for the best part of a decade and I’d been getting on at the Arsenal for even longer than that. Neither of us however had ever been…