Oxford Circus is undergoing major renovations, modernisations, refurb, refit… whatever you want to call it. Lately that just means not much to look at or read on the platform if you forgot your Metro or Ipod.
On the Bakerloo Line platform there is accidental art: the best use of years of advertising posters, scraped to bits off the far wall.
So, I keep myself preoccupied in the usual way… people watching. I loved this man, who could be an average City worker, except he obviously worked in the restaurants at some point. Milk or sugar with that?
Oxford Circus seems to be busy all the time: here I am at the platform around 11 a.m. in January and there are still at least 50 people waiting for the the Victoria line.
It’s an odd wait now, staring a flat, white walls, no screeching poker players, no raving Turkish hotel clubs, no doomsday retirement investment reminders. It’s almost a relief to get back on the train, where the ceiling above the seats are slotted with nasal decongestant ads and Oxfam guilt trips. Who knew stimulation could be so… addictive?
By the by, I am curious to see if this mistaken relic of the Art Deco pariod will make the refurb cut. As I walked along the platform, I noticed this was the only mural like it left. Everything else was tile in urinal white.
Golly, but it’s the ways and means of loneliness.
People in love get fast and foolish
People in love get everything wrong
People in love get scared and stupid
People in love get everything wrong
At least they’re not lonely
At least they’re not lonely
Never Be Lonely
BBBaby I think I’m going CCCCrazy
And why should I be sane without you
They tell me to fight it
But they can bloody well just try it
Ill never be the same without you
