Piccadilly Circus review
When I used to fly home from faraway places I'd jump on the tube from Heathrow airport and spill out here in the middle of the night. You come up the station stairs staring at the neon lights, everyone's milling around the West End after the pubs have shut, after their show has ended, it's freezing cold all of a sudden after sitting on that tube train for fifty minutes, and you've got all the bright lights and double decker buses with their icy white exhausts tearing round the fountain. People are sitting on the steps and taking it all in -- that's their entire night out. They're happy just doing that -- sitting here with their missus and just being part of London life.
Come to Piccadilly Circus anytime after 7 AM and it will be busy with tourists and Londoners walking to work. We all pass through here at some point -- the workers, shirkers, street cleaners, street sleepers, street entertainers, ten thousand traffic lights and shops selling souvenirs and West End theatre tickets. There are more traffic lights around here than any place on Earth. More crossings than the Thames. More headlights than heads.
A tip: if you want to treat your missus to a posh dinner (and I mean really posh, i.e. Downton Abbey-style posh), then try the Criterion. It calls itself the Savini these days, but we all know it as the Criterion. Trust me: you'll be in her good books for weeks. Unfortunately you'll also be skint for weeks, but it will be worth it.
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