I love and hate this station in equal measures. Why? Because this was the local station of my formative, teenage years. There aren't many things I haven't experienced here. From early snogs, to puking up after a N5 nightbus trip from Soho, to being chased by weirdos, to witnessing a stabbing to having a quiet moment to contemplate the Menorah that was always set up over Hannukah.
Zone 5 on the Northern Line, it doesn't really get much more exciting than this. read more