Congratulations, Birmingham. You’ve finally washed your transport knickers | Nell Frizzell
Birmingham New Street station was always my grimmest place for a break-up. But after its revamp, I need to find somewhere else – Crewe, Euston?
Break-ups kill parks. And cafes. They lay waste to restaurants, pollute rivers; I’ve known break-ups that can destroy a whole city. When you break up with someone – lay your shrivelled heart across their knees before kicking them in the chest by saying you no longer feel the same – you never, ever want to return to the scene of the crime. Break up in a wood, and you will never again walk through that wood; break up in a bar and you will never again drink in that bar.
After one particularly painful break-up in a much-loved leatherette cafe in Leeds, I had a revelation; we need better break-up venues. Specially designated, government-funded, municipal spaces where tear-weary, lustless couples can go to untie the knot.
It’s not the Dante-esque circle of rail delays that couldn’t even be made worse by heartache
Source: Guardian Transport
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