And to add to the surrealism, the primary function of railway lavatories in those days was social/sexual. You went elsewhere for more fundamental ablutions. I recall a high court judge was once found in an immodestly visible state of excitement on the steps down from platform three. The attraction of the city used to be that it was a place for people closeted in a multitude of ways to be dangerously transgressive. Now it's a place for cafés and Apple Stores. Where's the romance? Somebody shoot me; I sound like #Morrissey.