Anarchy in the UK! Wooo!
Actually, no, anarchy isn’t anything like as exciting as V for Vendetta makes it out to be, and in practice you can’t get a plumber for love nor money.
What this is leading up to is the fact that I got told off yesterday by Underground staff for taking photos at Wood Green. I would have pointed out that there were CCTV cameras everywhere and I didn’t give my permission to be filmed either, but I didn’t think of it until five minutes later.
The rules concerning photography are detailed here:
In brief, you’re allowed to take photos for personal, non-commercial use provided you don’t use a flash or a tripod, don’t go into areas closed to be public and just generally don’t be a jackass about it.
My photos met all these criteria – the reason I was photographing the station was because my travels rarely take me up to the eastern end of the Piccadilly Line and the stations here are really quite pretty (by Underground standards). They’re designed in the Art Deco style by Charles Holden, and incorporate some fantastic details that I wanted to record.
On the right is a photo taken on the platform which incorporates the simple-but-aesthetically-pleasing tiling scheme and the ventilation grille which depicts a stag and various other creatures that you wouldn’t expect to find here.
I suspect that the subject matter was chosen in part to advertise the relatively rural nature of the area when this part of the Piccadilly Line was built. Property development in rural suburbs was a nice little moneyspinner for the Underground railways before the Second World War, and the Piccadilly Line (or the Piccadilly, Great Northern and Brompton Railway, as it was known back then) needed to make money back on its extension from Finsbury Park.
As rural suburban names go, you can’t do much better than Wood Green. The name, according to Cyil M. Harris in What’s in a Name? derives from the fact that it was a wood by a green. So there you go.
Cyril states for Cockfosters that “the origin of the name is uncertain,” raising the possibility that humorous penis/beer jokes are still valid.
I have totally drifted from my original point. Which is that I will continue to take photos and damn your impudence.