For a while now Mr Loops has cycled his bike to work, each time passing a small insignificant door flapping in the wind, never knowing what was behind it. Well one day his nuts just dropped like a tonne of concrete, he plucked the courage and ventured forth, stepping out into a untold Narnia of the underground.

To his dismay there was no silky sheets of white snow covering the ground. No mystical birds flying in the air, and most of all no Mr tumness to show and explain the wonders before him. Instead he was greeted by the humid waft of fumes and the fragrant smell of oil. To me and you however this magical land has a more common name. The London Underground.

The LU has been one of those places where every explorer holds their own opinion. “No chance”, “Only way is with a tour” and most common of all “You’ll be shot”. Hmm well after two trips to this worryingly easy part of the network I’m starting to wonder. If the rest is like this then boy is london screwed.

While sitting in the tunnel waiting for one to pass the first thing you feel is the vacuum of air rush past you a full minute before the train even goes past. That coupled with the incredible noise and eventually lights is a good warning that a train is coming. If your somehow still smacked by one of the train, then you’re a complete idiot!

We were lucky with the first trip as the track lights had been left on so photography was easy although finding an angle so you get the train and tunnel without losing your camera and arm proved to be a little troubling. I’m not going to ramble on too much as the pictures can explain it faster then I can with words.

Just a quick check, have I been shot?….. Nope, all good.