Stevenage. Next stop Theatreland.

Well this Parking in Stevenage lark is really catching on. Even my wife’s getting in on the act.

Why? Well our daughter’s been cast as a Munchkin in the Wizard of Oz at the Palladium in London’s swinging West End. Ahhh, she’s only little. She survived 3 rounds of auditions, the last of which was supervised by Arlene Philips herself.

So our daughter is part of 10-strong team which rotates performances with 2 other crack teams of Munchkins – one of whom has a famous father – Gary Barlow, seeing as you’re asking.

The poster, sans Munchkins.

Now this is all rather glamorous, but beneath the greasepaint and hairnets, there’s the reality of getting our little luvvie into Theatreland 3 times every 10 days. Hence the added Parking in Stevenage.

It’s a logistical feat in itself. My wife and I sometimes meet briefly at King’s Cross as she hands over our daughter. It’s not as romantic as it sounds. It’s more like a scene from Kramer vs Kramer (older readers) Sometimes we fight our way into London just to come straight back again, other times we’ll go into town and have dinner together. Now, that IS romantic.

If you’re looking for me, here’s a good place to start.

Even our other car gets to visit Swingate, which is nice. There’ve been times when both have been there at the same time. I SO wanted to take a piccie but they weren’t anywhere near each other. One for the desk at work, eh…? Never mind, there’s time yet.

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King’s Cross showing a bit of leg.

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Inside.

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Outside.

If you commute through King’s Cross you may be ahead of me.

For as long as I can remember, there’s been work in progress, updating the station into the shiny utopia depicted in the posters.

Most of this work happens behind hoardings, with occasional big reveals giving the public a tantalising glimpse of the future.

I remember the day that the Northern Ticket Hall was unveiled out of thin air – partly down to a post on this very blog.

I certainly didn’t see it coming – yet there it was, a whole new ticket hall they’d been hiding all this time. What else have they been keeping from us?

Well it turns out that the lattice/circular canopy isn’t just a pipe-dream on a poster, it’s as real as you or I, and they’re starting to give us a flash, bit by bit. Almost daily, we’re treated to a bit more King’s Cross thigh. It makes you wonder when it’s all going to come off, giving is a full frontal of the new King’s Cross in the raw.

I, for one, have my tenner ready to tuck into the garter. “Go on love, show us yer concourse!”

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