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This evening I stood on the platform of Finsbury Park Tube station, as I always do, with one part of me quietly chuckling away every time I hear the word Cockfosters. And the other focusing on the strategic positioning of my legs. You know, *just* in case someone happens to speed down the platform all elbows, causing me to topple into the path of an oncoming train. It could easily happen – accident or not – couldn’t it?
Then I came home to Neil Gibson's So Easy, an extract from volume five of Twisted Dark. And it made me think that my oh-so-cautious mindset isn't as absurd as I once might've thought.