Well, not yesterday! We decided that we should actually do something on a Saturday for once. So we lounged about in our dressing gowns and drank tea and did computer stuff until about ten o'clock instead, and then we went to the London Transport Museum. I've got a thing about the London Underground, you see. I think it stems from all that commuting to see Chris I did every other weekend for three and a half years.
|If I had a quid for every time I've been through this station, I'd have... at least two hundred quid|
It's not just the physical thing that is the Underground that I love, it's the design aspect of it too; the iconic roundel, the Johnston typeface and the signage. Yes, London dwellers, I'm one of those annoying people who take photos of boring stuff on the Underground. (But I try and do it in the least disruptive way possible. I'm not a fool who stands on the left hand side of escalators, I never wheel a wheely case anywhere on the system, and I always stand back and let people off the train before I get on. I respect the Underground with every fibre of my being.)
|Simple instructions that make so much sense|
|Inside the London Transport Museum, looking down on the buses, trams and trolley cars|
I do love a bit of proper old lettering. Traditional signwriting is such an insanely impressive skill and if I could travel back in time it's one of the things I'd love to have a go at. A lot of the road vehicles in the museum have beautiful hand-painted lettering.
And then there was the lettering on the Metropolitan Railway locomotive number 23:
This steam train is one of only two that survive from the original one hundred and sixteen that were made for the Metropolitan Railway, which was the world's first underground railway system. (If I had a photo of the actual train I would post it, but we were stood next to a family with a gaggle of really noisy, out-of-control kids and, to be frank, I didn't want them in my photo, so I'll have to go back and take a picture another time.)
You can sit in one of number 23's carriages which I found to be a right old thrill. It feels so olden days, and it smells of olden days too, in a good way.
I sat in there for a couple of minutes trying to picture what it would be like to be in the carriage inside an underground tunnel. The thought of steam trains in the underground system is quite terrifying really. It made me laugh to read that when the Metropolitan Railway opened, smoking on it was forbidden.
There was also a carriage from a more modern tube train. I think it might be Q-Stock, but someone please correct me if I'm wrong.
There are posters all around the museum and right now they have an exhibition called Night Shift - London After Dark which is full of posters, photos and films about night shift workers, people using the tube to travel to theatres and cinemas, and how the tube tunnels were used as wartime shelters. I really liked this old poster that shows who uses the tube and at what time.
|"Not all Patrons are punctual"|
An added London bonus: Chris and I popped in to see my littlest sister at the restaurant she manages in Covent Garden. It was lovely to see her.
So yes, hurrah for getting off your arse on a Saturday and actually doing something with the day. Nobody said anything about Sundays, though, which would explain why at midday I'm still in my dressing gown, drinking tea and doing computer stuff. I'd better go and get dressed and do something with the day.
Have a great Sunday.