For a while now Mr Loops has ridden to work most days for weeks. 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 him the way. 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 "Youll be shot". Hmm well after two trips to this worryingly easy part of the network im starting to wonder. If the rest is like this then boy is london screwed.

I paid two trips to this small section the network, and one thing I have to state is, if your somehow killed by one of these trains then your a complete idiot!. While sitting in the tunnel waiting for one to pass the first thing you feel is the vacuume 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.

We were lucky with the first trip as the track lights had been left on so photography was easy although getting the correct angle so you get the train and tunnel without loosing your camera and arm prooved to be a little troubling. Im 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.