Aten't dead

[devi]

Hello everyone. Flat is glorious, albeit without net. Standing on Didcot station using wifi and typing furiously and wading through crammed mailbox. Train will be here in six minutes. All moving helpers were heroes; thank you. Housewarming soon. 'Bye! *runs*

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[verlaine.livejournal.com]

I remember Didcot Station as resembling a portal to a chimneyed, heart-clenching hell - I wouldn't have been surprised if the ticket inspector had been a fleshless skeleton charging me 2p for a fare, shortly before I was rent bodily apart by a three-headed dog. I'm sure you light the place up a bit though, Eurydice.

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

You remember rightly. Plus, last night, a freezing wind was scything through it like the ICY BREATH OF THE GRAVE.

(And it features some sort of warehouse for The Mail On Sunday in the shadow of those terrifying chimneys, so it fulfils several definitions of hell.)

[brightybot.livejournal.com]

But presumably is also civilised enough to provide wifi?

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

It's a mass of contradictions, is Didcot station.