Monday, January 29, 2007
Broadgate, London: Escaping from the evacuation queue turned out to be much easier than I'd expected. PC Kevin and his traffic warden entourage were having real trouble trying to shepherd hundreds of unwilling Londoners towards the platforms - too many civilians and not enough officials. So when a fracas broke out on the station concourse (a mob of angry stock traders refused, point blank, to board a train to Lowestoft), about fifty of us took our chance and scarpered. We legged it out of the station up the eastern stairs, shielded by the lengthening shadows of dusk, and then we scattered. I'm now holed up in a narrow alleyway on the other side of the road, safely tucked out of sight from any passing police officer. Or so I hope (this live geo-blogging is a dead giveaway to the authorities, isn't it? I'd better move on quick). I intend to carry on skulking eastward through Shoreditch and Whitechapel, beneath the cloak of nightfall, because things don't look quite so smoky and grim out in that direction. And that's where my bed for the night lies waiting.
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