Tottenham Court Road Tube Station – A Romance With Intrigue
London in January. An unforgiving place for a young fellow from
Melbourne on his own.
You can ignore, living in our paradise in the south, how hard and disinterested the world can be, especially with the sun setting on dark and dreary days in London at 4pm or thereabouts.
Of course, it’s the greatest place with a little spare change in the pocket, which I didn’t have.
It is Saturday morning in Russell Square, and Chelsea is playing Liverpool at Stamford Bridge.
Football, the beautiful game, on which I was reared by a migrant father who had thrown up the shutters on all the Australian games - which were either too violent or too boring, or too many rules or not enough.
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