King's Cross

A Sunday afternoon and evening spent travelling so that I can be in the right place on Monday morning. The taxi from King's Cross to Twickenham cost almost as much as the train from Edinburgh to King's Cross. Nice cab driver though, which was a consolation. We covered a lot of ground as we sped through Shepherd's Bush, Chiswick and Mortlake: the independence referendum, kids, the socio-demographics of west London, the significance of Charing Cross. And now I'm in that sad Sunday-night-road-warrior-Premier-Inn-Beefeater zone that only Twitter can help you survive.