Rushing home...

Returning home after a long day at our London office, me via St Pancras, and my business partner Mary via Kings Cross, we arrived at the underground station platform to find it surprisingly smoky. Both of us had trains to catch, so we took the wooden escalator to ground level amidst smoke of an increasing density.

Travelling up, we couldn’t help noticing firemen going down the other side. At the top, the ticket hall was extremely smoky.

Being an inquisitive bloke, I stopped and looked around.

Mary grabbed my arm urgently. “C’mon Nev, let’s get the hell out of here!”...