Over at the BBC, an article that seems to bring closure to the Paddington crash (story about the crash).
Around that time, Alfons and I were in London too: we were visiting the old City to attend the Kurt Weill Centenary. Aside from that, we never noticed something happened until we found out that some of the trains and metros weren’t stopping over at Paddington station. Locked down. There were frantic calls from family members, worried that something may have happened to us: luckily my cellphone was actually working in Great Britain, something I have to thank my employer for, after all those years.
Isn’t that strange. I had the same experience with the Kings Cross Fire. I was up the stairwell that ignited 15 minutes before it blew heading to a pub to meet pals. Another came later and drove through the burning station.
with the Kings Cross Fire
I remember that one too (as in seen it frequently in the news in 87).
I had the same experience with the Kings Cross Fire
Surreal, isn’t it? The only thing I really remember is the ‘oh-that’s-why-the-delays’ feeling when it occurred that something bad had happened.
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