Taking the tube into the West End this evening, as the train pulled in to St Paul’s, there was a loud bang, and our carriage filled with smoke.
We all piled off sharply, as you can imagine, but looking around, there didn’t seem to be a bomb or a fire.
The smoke cleared, and the staff came to have a look at the train.
They prodded and poked for about 10 minutes, and then announced they would play it safe and take it off the tracks at the next station.
Another few minutes passed, and the train suddenly shuddered into life again, only to grind to a halt after a few inches.
Again it strained forward, but suddenly there was another huge bang, a horrific long grinding sound and more billowing smoke.
After what seemed like railway Armageddon, the train finally disappeared into the tunnel, the smoke again cleared, and we looked down at the track.
The train had pulled the whole live rail off the wall, and left it leaning against the rest of the track.
Pity the poor people in the train behind us, stuck just outside the platform. The station was completely broken, and there was no way they were going to be able to pull in. They may still stuck be there, and it’s as hot as hell on the central line.
Amusing highlight of the journey, just as the wrecking-ball of a train crashed and billowed its way out of the platform, was the automated woman’s voice, announcing
There is currently a good service on all underground lines