Welcome to Waverley. If you meet a boy named Frank Mills on September 12, right in front of this station, remember, these days you've got a personal organiser, haven't you? But he probably only wears that leather jacket these days to Robert Zimmerframe gigs. Still, as Mr Hitchcock says, it's either that or drop dead.
I'm sorry I haven't managed to organise any trains yet, but that means it's safe to walk on the track.
No, seriously folks, this is a great station. OK, so its branch of Peckham's isn't as big as the one in Glasgow Central, but at least it's got a branch of Peckham's. And a revolutionary bookshop.