London calling. Hello?
I’ve finally made it out of Frankfurt, arriving in London this afternoon. After wisely getting a week “Oyster Pass” for train-bus transport (£24), the first thing of amusement I see is the Underground train from Heathrow on the Piccadilly line, which proudly announces in a repeating digital message, “This train is for Cockfosters.”
It took me a bit to figure out that “Cockfosters” was the name of the station at the end of the line– but not before I’ve decided that “cockfoster” is my new favorite insult.
My sleep accommodations were reserved the night before: Palmer’s Lodge, a new hostel, with high references. It turns out to be conveniently located, not too far from the City center, on the Jubilee line — in a nicely updated Victorian residence. I’m sitting in a leather chair in the hostel’s lounge, surfing on the free Wifi, and watching The Godfather on the flat panel. What could be better?
Cockfosters? That is a good one. What the heck is an Oyster Pass? How did that term not receive more scrutiny?
Palmers Lodge? – All day long, I’d bitti bitti baum……..
“and one staircase, just for show.”
Who is this Jeff Fischer, and why is he allowed to comment before me?
I believe that to insultize the name of that place, you have to call someone a “Cockfosterer,” which makes it all more active…