Waiting to pull into the station whilst temporarily parallel with a ‘Pullman’ train. The marked contrast between passengers ‘fine dining’ within the oppulent confines of the brown and cream coaches and the bleak dystopian landscape of high rise flats, breakers yards and congested traffic crawling through the narrow road network. A chance to gaze through a (wine) glass darkly, and view brick warehouses stamped in the trademark aerosol tag, before sliding out of the 21st century Dore take on the capital and on to pastures green.