I loved that place.
Used to come out at 7:00, hop the tube to victoria and the bus to oxford and get home at about 9:30 in the morning.

One morning a little old lady got on the bus with her granddaughter, and asked if the granddaughter could sit next to me. Being a six foot long-haird black-clad zombie-looking weirdo smelling of smoke and booze and with makeup all down may face, I said yes.

As I got off the bus she said "Thank you, of all these people you looked least like a child molester."

I love that granny, even today.
( Mockingbird Practitioner of SCIENCE, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 20:00, Reply)