Ever been to Shinjuku station in Tokyo? Its a city. Allegedly ‘the busiest railway station in the world’, it is without question the most confusing. Its on 3 floors, all with shops and restaurants, covers about 197 square miles and you can’t get out. Its impossible to find ‘the street’. Let alone the actual street you want. And most of the streets in that area are ‘red lighted’ ones, it doesn’t really matter where you emerge.

I think King Cross is heading that way. But without the red lights. We had those around there for years. The ‘sleaze years’ when every politician looking for instant, cheap, nasty satisfaction would drive round old Kings Cross and pick the crack-head of his (or her, must be fair now) choice. But not now. Now its the most fab area in London. And getting fabber every day. But the station is ‘growing’.

It was just ‘Kings X’. Next door was St Pancras. So they joined ’em up. ‘Next door’ being a block or two away. Then they moved Eurostar from Waterloo to there too. Next came the shops, cafes and market stalls, just so you know it had ‘arrived’. Not your train, that’s still outside Lancaster after a signal failure and won’t arrive til 3 hours after its due time.

I spent about half an hour walking round it this morning. I went to the Northern Line platform, my default, only to realise that I wanted the circle line. Shit. That little error cost me 20 minutes, 24,000 steps and abject humiliation.

And why was I in Kings Cross early in the morning? There is only one possible reason to be there, ever. The Egg-and-bacon naan breakfast roll at Dishoom. Or just the egg one if you’re not a meat-eater. Or an eater of that meat. It is possibly the best thing ever invented. Or so you think until you taste the beans.

The younger daughter’s office is just around the corner in the most achingly trendy building I’ve ever seen. So we thought… we thought…

We didn’t ‘think’ anything. We were just compelled to go for breakfast. We succumbed. And oh my, it was so worth it.

Happy, still full, Monday

A xxxx