»In which I dream of juicy kebabs

As one who knows well the pleasures of enjoying some of the dreamless while on a long train commute, I laughed out loud when I saw the "Wake Me Up At" stickers. Although I journey to the end of the line, and can at worst saw logs while someone pilfers my bicycle helmet, I do know the anxiety of someone who wants to sleep for a few minutes yet still wake up in time to get off at, say, San Carlos and sleeps through the stop (although then you have a different set of problems ...!). I disagree with the anti-Brixton sentiment, I do like the schematic representation of the average sleeping rider's dream.

Oh yes: and wake me up at Farringdon, where we will find the Jerusalem Pub, minding the ps and qs with St Peter's. Aside: All in London has a nice tube-stop-by-tube-stop guide to what's on in London; Mark and I tried something similar with the CTA and our nascent "Gate Culture" journal. ... but we got nowhere, other than my enjoying lots of bicycle-riding along the once-derelict Jackson-Englewood and Lake elevated lines. Ooooh, the CTA.