Europe was about to tear itself apart, but
Londoners in 1914 were more preoccupied with the overcrowding on the
Tube and a profanity uttered in a new West End play.
Just outside St Paul's, the Tube train hiccoughs twice, then
stops. The bearded man in painter's overalls squashed beside me asks
rhetorically why we should pay such ludicrous ticket prices for such a
geriatric transport network? A flood of complaints echoes him: "London's
going to the dogs!" http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-25551751
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