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Thing is I seem to remember two subways and an archway between them?
I must be getting old.
It was quite a place in those days. With so many blokes around it was a magnet for gay blokes looking for a contact. If you missed the connection the next train was 4.30 and you made sure of staying in the waiting room among the crowd. Rather than wait for the 4.30 one time, I decided to hitch a lift, which I did easily enough, but the bloke obviously had something on his mind. He made all sorts of suggestive comments and I kept my knees well away from the gear lever. Halfway between Bristol and Chippenham he finally gave up, dumped me in the middle of nowhere and headed back. As it happened a taxi pulled up beside me a short while later. The driver said "I'm not supposed to do this. I'm taking emergency blood to the hospital." as we were doing seventy or more along a pitch black A420.
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