This evening I was very late for the last train home, and I took the Marylebone escalator two steps at a time.
Here is some advice for you: do not take the Marylebone escalator two steps at a time.
Maybe if you’re really fit or something. But if you’re like me and middlingly-not-unfit, just don’t do it. It wasn’t so much the pain of the escalator, it was the dawning comprehension that I had 60 seconds to reach the far end of the platform, and I really didn’t know if my legs would cope.
Made it though. Barely. Didn’t sit next to anyone, as that would have been mean.