Going underground

Off to Blackfriars this morning, so I wandered down to Liverpool Street and got on what I thought was a Circle Line train. How depressing it is when one realises that the train is on the wrong line, and is heading in the wrong direction. And then it stopped dead in a tunnel.

More fool me for assuming that the interior paint job of the trains matched their line; I thought that yellow handrails meant a circle line train. Anyway, I changed at Aldgate East to get the District Line back west, and got to my destination on time. Oh, and the District Line had green handrails, so sometimes they do match the line.

This evening I got the Northern Line back from St Pancras, and when I was approaching the escalators four policemen raced down ahead of me, with another couple following shortly afterwards. Thankfully they weren’t heading to my platform; hope nothing bad was happening.

Drummond Street

Off to Drummond Street for dinner this evening with Tim and Gareth. Drummond Street is just to the west of Euston station, and is known for its Indian restaurants and food shops. Our interest is particularly driven by the presence of several vegetarian Indian restaurants.

We ate at the Diwana Bhel Poori House, a bit of a favourite as we have enjoyed it before. Knowing that all the food is veggie makes it easy to share food around the table.

Now I’m back in the flat after a damp walk along to St Pancras for the tube, and then a wet walk along from Old Street to the flat. My deerstalker is quite soggy, but it kept my head dry.