After the NI interview I had to get to work. Yes, life is tough in London.
I went back to Tooting Bec tubestation, and placed myself in front of the small window of the Information/Assistance desk. My eyes met the friendly eyes of the Assistance man. I asked him how I could get to Croydon the fastest way, back to Victoria and a fast train from there, or could I maybe take a train from Balham, the closest National Railway station ?
And he had this heavenly voice. A chocolate for the ears voice. A voice consisting of a cup of Peter Jones, two tablespoons of Stephen Fry, and a whole bottle of Nighy. The perfect English accent, not Cockney, but distinguished, without being posh.
So I just stood there in front of his window, indulging it all with my ears, not hearing a thing he said, but just thinking – man, I love your voice and accent.
He explained it very detailed. I managed to snap up things like “elevator”, “National Rail”, “Caterham”, “Croydon” and “Balham” in the moments where I had som slight earth contact.
He looked at me, and I suddenly realised that he had stopped talking.
And how foolish I must have looked, just looking at him like that.
“Ehrm….., ehrm Balham it is then” I managed to get out “thank You very much !”
He smiled at me, and I smiled back while quickly trying to get through the gate to the underground with my Oyster card.
After a 3rd unsuccesful attempt I realised I was standing in front of the wrong gates. I turned slowly around in the direction of his window, praying he hadn’t seen it. But judging on the now even bigger smile on his face, he definetely had. Great. I shook my head, put my Oystercard in the right gate this time, and hurried out of his sight. Deep down, underground. I actually considered staying there for the rest of my life. Tooting Bec tubestation will be avoided for any visits the next coming weeks.