"H" for Horror - A Step Too Far

It’s not as if it was that difficult to get it right. I mean, all they had to do was copy an existing one. Embarrassment all-round when “Walthamstow Central” station dropped its “h” and expressions of horror flooded my Twitter feed. 

People of Walthamstow are very fond of their underground station – the last stop on the Victoria Line which links one centre of cultural, ethnical and social diversity with another, Brixton, way down in south London.

Frankly without our station we’d be stuffed. O.K there are buses galore and there’s the Chingford to Liverpool Street Overground, but nothing is as convenient as the Viccy Line.

It’s invaluable if you’re heading off for a late lunch at the Ritz or to pick up from New Bond Street that last minute cadeau for the little lady.  Having stopped off at Green Park, you might as well visit Jermyn Street and get that new summer outfit you promised yourself.

How lost, how stranded, how isolated we are without our very own underground line was brought home with a bang when the Underground staff struck last week. Getting anywhere became akin to crossing Antarctica on a tea tray. Thousands just didn’t bother, preferring to potter around in their garden or perfecting their cheese making technique.

The poor sods that couldn’t skive off faced sweltering conditions on grossly over crowded trains and buses: that after waiting hours to get to the front of the queue.

And then we’re faced with 3 weeks of truncated service with trains steadfastly terminating at Seven Sisters – for track improvements. Be prepared for unexplained delays and breakdowns once that work’s completed.

No, dropping the “h” sends shivers up and down my spine.

If TfL can’t spell they’re sure as hell will bugger up “improving” our beloved Viccy Line.