Section 67 finds Vernon in a JAM
He got as far as Green Park on the Jubilee line, with its Rubik-cube-red wall tiles, before he thought to check the exhibition’s date.
The exhibition commenced in five days’ time! He would not be in London then he reflected, scratching his beard in silent frustration. In the end a circuitous tour of London’s tube stations had to suffice. Marble Arch to Bond Street. Green Park to Holborn, avoiding South Kensington and its V&A, and finally a return to his starting point.
Holborn seemed the poorest cousin of tube stations with its featureless tunnels and screen printed Roman columns on the platform walls. At least none of the stations were ‘Nanny Zones’ like the station at Heathrow. When he’d picked Nsansa up after her overseas aid to that many-mouthed family of hers, he’d been advised to get back off the train until a safety check had cleared it to depart. He’d also been advised patronisingly to stand three metres from the tracks for his own safety. When he’d finally got on, a poster had informed him on the train to take care as hot coffee burns when it spills. Dur!
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