Ah, the arches of the circle line. Watch out! Lurking behind any of these turns or in the beautiful post-industrial embankments could be an imp. Christ Allmighty! I feel almost too scared to take the train from Paddington to Gloucester Road these days, not to mention getting off anywhere near Altgate East.
After making what seemed to be a safe transfer from Circle to District and riding un-imped all the way to King's Cross, I noticed this strange sign on my way to Cambridge via Stevenage, Hitchen and that ever so unappealing hamlet of Letchworth Garden City:
Impster indeed! So, the news is spreading. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of my dedicated impsters, from sunny Sana'a to chintzy Chicago and every post-post-industrial fallout inbetween.
Keep pixin', circlin', prowlin' and molin'.
2 comments:
hahahahahahaha
yeah
Oh Father of all ImpZ-followers, ABAS. Thank you for the headzzz-up. If I ever find myself in the YEM, the MEMEY, or wtfti, I shall heed your fair warnin'.
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