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Kings Cross station on a friday night. It is always such a crush where you hope in vain for your train home to be allocated a platform number. They leave it until the last few seconds and then there is an incredible 'scrum' and dash for the platform. Hundreds of people then herd like wilderbeasts heading for the only watering hole. Good manners and common human decency all go out of the window - as it becomes 'dog eat dog'. When you get to the train after your half mile 'Yomp with baggage' there is the inevitable arguments over seat reservations. Oh - the joys of travelling and paying over a hundred pounds to be treated like cattle.

London is a love hate relationship. I love the 'buzz' and the buildings. I do not like the friday night crush though and then the long tiring journey back to Newcastle (next to the guy with the hacking cough!!).

Until the next time.....