The snow has ripped a hole through the last full working week of the year in London. Trains, planes and roads are all messed up with the end result that the great Christmas exodus from the capital seems to have started early.

Every year, the last two or three days before Christmas mean the capital is much quieter, and those commuters working up to the bitter end get the fringe benefit of empty trains and streets. It’s a great time where you can witness that rarest of creatures: relaxed Londoners. This year the emptiness in the city has started early but the commute in is not empty because the trains are so messed up, and those people who have made it in have a tired wraith like look about them. It’s an urban wasteland straight out of Ballard.

London is a ghost town.

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