By Green Park

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Day-glo tourists and hoary men – stiff in their dour ashen suits – not much has changed beyond Victoria’s cast arches – still a Queen and commoners standoff and watch each other from behind quick net curtains and wrought iron barriers as black cabs and red buses match those travellers’ hopes of a London of...


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07:33 Uckfield to London Bridge

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It is a regular slog – a rub of bodies albeit freshly washed within air-conditioned warming-up carriages Out of Oxted and left to mute prayers and fingering keyboards instead of rosaries by that ticket- greedy high priest And a sudden tunnel is my utter immersion in this commuter hell – of sorts Mike Bell Poetry...


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Platform Five & Six

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See it See itSay it Say itSort it Sort itThis is a security announcement This is a security announcementThe next train on this platformis the 15:41 calling at East CroydonGatwick Airport and Three BridgesRemain behind the yellow line at all times Remain behind the yellow line at all timesSee it See itSay it Say itSort...


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Thursday – Overground to Euston

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We travel sober through London Bridge – below brick arches – on roads cowered by glassy heights – Our cabbie blasts bent-to-smartphone bodies back from near-hits on red-man crossings – it seems that Londoners have now forgotten how to see the threats beyond their implements – We now live hand-to-eye – no longer hand-to-mouth –...


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