But does this entire movement only mean, as an evil tongue has already suggested, that the majority of the collaboratresses and lady readers of Woman are poor in attractions and rich in years—wretched old maids who have become parched and yellow over their embroidery during their long and bitter existence; unfortunate, disdained ones, whom love has ignored and who want love all the same, even if they have to take it by force?

ScotRail General Manager Margaret Hoey told me at the reopening that she wanted to add shops but didn't want to jam-pack the station.

But if ministers keep on playing hardball with TfL because of narrow party interests, London will lose out. Forcing a 4.8% rise on London fares will only encourage congestion at a time when the roads are already full and public transport is underused.

From another point of view, it was a place without a soul. The well-to-do had hearts of stone; the rich were brutally bumptious; the Press, the Municipality, all the public men, were ridiculously, vaingloriously self-satisfied.