Where there's a Willesden there's a way

Saturday, April 17, 2004

The taxi office at watford met is a collection of scraps... Debris from nights out, muddy footprints and broken lights. This place feels like an outpost, and i suppose it is- it's right next to the station, but the station is in the middle of nowhere. There's a queue, for once, because it is saturday, but that doesn't mean we're not isolated. There's some hauntingly beautiful pictures of alpine chalets, which just makes the smell worse.


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