Marked black as in "hardest slope"
Since you mention it, the same thing happened to me back in uni days. Damn you, Soho, you kind, murky bucket of joy! Managed to make the way back equally asleep though, so no harm done. Except a pounding, gruelling gin hangover in the morning lecture. But hey, we're artists.

Northern line has always been the tube where the massive oddballs came on board. From the fat hairy blokes changing into drag mid wagon (no grundies either in a very ginger case) to a lost bunch of gothic lolitas to raving lunatics, dandies, crusties, ciggy hustlers, clowns and whatnot.

Lovely nights..
(funktrash soul = combustion engine, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 12:00, Reply)