So it’s definitely really cold outside at the moment. And I don’t know about you, but I can’t say I’ve been out raving much of late, due to a strong desire to just sit in bed and do absolutely nothing. What I have done, however, is sit on a rooftop for several hours, at night, having dinner. Not as barmy as it sounds, my friends: for this was a night at Forza Win(ter), and it was a rooftop full of hot cocktails, blankets, music, incredible food, a whole load of very happy, chatting (and singing) people and, most importantly- big-ass heaters.
You may have noticed a petition doing the rounds to open up London’s disused underground railways (we’ve certainly been tweeting it like mad). It might surprise you to learn that there are no less than twenty-six disused stations underneath London: that’s a whole lotta disused space for a cramped city. (Who’s betting you’ll grumble about this fact the next time you’re crushed to within an inch of your life on a busy tube platform).
But, encouragingly, there are some plans in the pipeline (very weak, I know) to take on some of these disused railways. These are the Rail Mail tunnels. Originally a pneumatic railway (for those of you who, like me, didn’t know, pneumatic basically means propelling things around with compressed air), the tunnels were used to whiz around post for the Royal Mail. Unfortunately the rail was closed in 2002, after the Mail announced it was making some rather gigantic losses of £1.2m a day.
We come to the last (but not least) part of our Magnificent Seven Victorian Cemeteries series.