Has anyone else noticed the horrid whiff that you get descending into the Rosslyn station? It smells like burning asbestos, like so many worn-out clutches I dealt with in my youth. The acrid smell permeates the whole place and I never know which is worse – breathing through my nose or mouth.
On the bright side, at least it smells better than Jeremy Bentham’s corpse. I hope.
Have you noticed that smell at Rosslyn? What images does it convey for you?
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