What are these for? I see these markers in various different guises at most stations. Sometimes the shape or colour varies.
In this instance the markers manifested themselves in large white boxes at regular intervals along the platform at King’s Cross on the Eastbound Circle Line. Near the front of the train one particular white box was also accompanied by a yellow diamond (as seen bellow).
Answers in the box bellow…
Platform Marker
The calm before the storm.
Or after the storm. Yes it’s after the storm isn’t it… It’s 10:30am on a Tuesday. With the ordeal of yesterday’s peak-hour commuting now behind me, it’s time to embark on Journey 3. It’s remarkable how much the city changes in a matter of hours isn’t it?
I hate doing 9am starts on a weekday. It’s not the getting up early thing that bothers me… In fact I’d rather get up earlier and do an 8am start just because we haven’t reach maximum pushing and shoving, crowding and cramming, tutting and glaring yet. In some ways I’ve become far too accustomed to the luxury of not having to start every working day at 9am, not having to stand face to face with someone else’s elbow every day. I don’t envy those of you who do, and should I ever find myself in that position I’m not entirely sure my sanity would cope.
Yesterday was a fitting way to start this little project, a baptism of fire if you will. Launching straight in with little to no explanation of what these posts were about however was always how I wanted it to start. I think most of you get what it’s about even without an explanation… Heck a friend even commented on Twitter just after the Journey 1 post saying “I’ve always wanted to do that but with buses…” She got it.
100 Journeys, 100 pictures, 100 things noticed and 100 thoughts catalogued. This is going to be a trip into my inner monologue that rides with me on my travels on the Underground, logged through my smartphone collating places, people, buildings, objects and ideas that catch my eye.
Join me on this hopefully informative, slightly odd and definitely random ride.
Sedate South Woodford
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– Andy Carter
17:30 is worse. I was wrong.
It doesn’t help that people got on at Bethnal Green. Nobody ever gets on at Bethnal Green. It was bad enough at Bank but now I can’t see further than a few inches in front of my own face. It’s like a fog, but a fog of people. I couldn’t lift my own hand to see if it was still there even if I wanted to.
Faces and arms clamouring for a sliver of pole to grip onto. They don’t need it of course, we’re so tightly packed in that’ll you’ll never fall over. Everyone has had enough with Monday, they’ve not even gone down the pub.
As the Essex suburbs get ever closer, tensions are lifting as people get nearer to their dinner.
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– Andy Carter
It’s time.
Possibly the worst time to be on the tube. How do I know? Because this chap’s watch reads 8:30. It looks like a Monday. It feels like a Monday.
I’m a shift working so I don’t have to put up with you lot most of the time. But when I do I always wonder how you manage it everyday. But even more so on Mondays…
Maybe if I stare into the distance you won’t notice I’m not a regular rush hour commuter. They’ve already spotted I’m not in a suit…. I don’t think they like it…
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100 Journies is something new. Watch this space…
– Andy Carter
Calling All Stations 