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ha. cockfosters.

25 June 201401:10AMeurope-2014travel

Ah, England.

A land that greets its guests with fog, in the middle of summer, and utterly fails to dismiss any of its stereotypes.

A land where the sun does not set so much as duck below the horizon for a cup of tea and a chocolate digestive.

A land where four exhausted, grimy backpackers can get on to and fall asleep for an hour on what is essentially commuter transportation at peak hour on a Tuesday without any of the pantsuit-wearing locals so much as batting an eyelid.

But there's a station called Cockfosters, which makes me snigger.

London is huuuuuuuuge.

I want a shower.

I want a tube map.

I should not be writing right now.

I wrote this yesterday morning on the train. Don't worry, I got my shower.

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