I found myself at the end of a Circle line platform at Baker Street and there it was. Eerily like the settings of the scariest scenes in 'An American Werewolf in London', this was stepping back in time. I can't even remember the last time I changed trains at Baker Street.
The cream and brown tiles and the stark overhead lighting took my right back to the first time I watched the film. The 80s? That sense of something vaguely sinister lurking around the corner was disturbing and exciting. Inspires me to find a moor to get lost on.
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