Any museum that has trains in its collection needs a fair amount of floor space. Welcome to the London Transport Museum Depot in Acton Town. If you’re not a curator you might find the experience lacks a certain user-friendliness, but that’s probably why they call it a depot. They only have a few open days a year. Any more than that and trainspotters might start squatting.
At first I thought we’d accidentally stumbled into IKEA.
Plan your time travel.
Get kids interested in trains and they’ll grow up to become a better class of people.
It’s a rough network.
A little WD-40 should fix that points failure.
Disused lines are repurposed as underground lairs.
Whatever this is, you’ll know it when you see it.
The Gold Bus is for 1st class passengers only.
Safety first, Vaseline a close second.
That’s one way to keep it in neutral.
The “char ladies of the underground” didn’t appreciate having Ron Jeremy as their supervisor.
One for the bikespotters.
Even train seat cushion fabric doesn’t escape the cycle of rebirth.
If you sell it they will come.
Toolbox of the graffiti artist before the invention of spray paint.
It’s hard to make it to the end without suffering information overload.
I have seen the future and it is overcrowded.