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That post about adventures was partially inspired by that London Underground History site, and partly by the old boarded-up waiting room at Cressing station, where the main board over the door seems to be only held in by a few screws, only one of which is out of my reach; so a few minutes with a screwdriver and a handy stool seem very tempting when you're standing outside in the freezing cold. Of course, people would only smoke in there, but at least then hopefully they'd all go in there to smoke and I could breathe in the bit under the overhang where they all do it now, rather than having to stand in the rain or risk having a coughing fit.
