ANGEL
"Watch," I said.

My mate Sean who'd come down from Coventry for the weekend to spend some valuable time in the capital taking in the culture, well, getting shitfaced and attempting to chat up under age Spanish tourists, staggered forward. I put my hand on his chest and said it again: "Just WATCH!!!"

Sean stopped and started to protest. But then I indicated the escalator infront of us - the BIG fucker at Angel, in fact the longest escalator on the whole Underground system, and the steepest in Europe. Sean and I loitered at the bottom of the escalators and allowed all the other revellers wearing their best going out pulling gear to squeeze past.

And the conditions were perfect... just... fucking... perfect...

It was a Saturday night. Sean and I - being tightwad fellas from the Midlands - had been drinking in my flat for a good long while before we went out. So by the time we arrived at Angel we were both already pretty hammered on cheap beer and Morrisons own brand vodka chasers.

"Look," I said, as I kept an ear out for the familiar rumble of the next approaching tube. They always run a shitload more tubes on a Saturday night, probably one every thirty seconds.

And as the tube pulled into the station a great gust of wind blew through and round us -

- and sped up the steepest escalator in Europe, sending every short skirt in a looooonnnnnnggggg line on a merry dance, and - as we were stood at the bottom of this incredibly long and incredibly steep escalator - Sean and I received a veritable eye-bounty of naked pert bottom cheeks; some parked either side of a tiny thong, some in frilly tight knickers, even one or two completely bare arses - we even caught the glimpse of a growler or two as some of the girls were facing the other way, talking to their mates.

And then it was over, the train stopped, the wind died down, and the skirts returned to normal. I think most of the girls were too pissed to notice they'd just given everyone an eyeful.

"Whaddya think about that, Sean?" I asked.

He just stared: "You should work for the London tourist board, mate," he said...
( SpankyHanky, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 15:04, 9 replies)

Holy shit...
...does this place really exist?

Maybe it is a good Idea to visit London sometime then!
(d347hm4n Fraggin your ass!, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 15:13, closed)

Yes
But I'm not sure if that really happens. I will try and check tomorrow!
( wangmaster2000, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 15:23, closed)

I've just googled the escalator at Angel and it
is the longest on the underground and the steepest in Europe! This might just work! *gets coat to go down to Angel*
(monkeyboy1, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 15:26, closed)

Yeah....
... but there's a shorter escalator and a couple hundred feet of corridor between the platforms and that one, plus the main escalator has a pretty high ceiling. Not convinced there's much of a breeze carried through when the trains arrive.

Of course, that arguably just makes Spanky's story an even more imaginative work ;)
( wangmaster2000, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 15:33, closed)

I could see this working if the girls are wearing light, short fancy skirts.
Office wear wouldn't work I don't think. That would be too heavy. But a frilly little short skirt. I think that might just work.
(Fozzy Wozzy, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 15:58, closed)

This happens alot at Camden Town tube when a tube goes by.
And I imagine if Angel's got a really long and really steep escalator thats going to help the angels to get an optimum eye to arse trajectory. This might just work! Thanks, Spanky, you pervy bastard!
(scuttler, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 15:31, closed)

Serve you right
if the Black Watch turned up!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 15:16, closed)

*will bear this in mind the next time she goes to Angel...
... and wear trousers*
( Maladicta, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 18:04, closed)

Killjoy
.
(SoneMe, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 22:04, closed)