“Waiting a moment won’t hurt you,” was the strapline on the poster on the wall of the Northern Line. Wise words, I thought. Not true in all circumstances—see accidentally unplugged life support machine, infant in burning cot, rapidly approaching pantechnicon and other circumstances for details. But more often right than wrong. And what is this life, so full of care, if we have no chance to stand and stare?
Stare I continued to do. This poster had an iron fist in its velvet glove. In smaller letters below, it announced, nearly grammatically: “Last year: 164 injuries getting on and off…
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