The Central Line smells like ARSE

Folks, it's exactly what's in the title. The Central Line smells like arse.

The Central Line is the oldest deep-level tube line in London, and as such, the odour associated with it has been given over a century to ripen.

Essentially, what you're dealing with is 100 years of sweat, piss, vomit, smoke, booze, farts, oil, grease, coal and shit.

Quite the aromatic cocktail, and not really that palatable when you have to use it as I did tonight, when the Piccadilly Line broke down at Covent Garden.

So yeah. Every line has it's own distinctive smell:

Northern - Smells of rage and anger at yet another delay due to signal failure
Waterloo & City - Smells of anxiety, due to suits sweating over their high-rolling deals in the City
Bakerloo - Can't smell anything due to deafening screech of wheels negotating century old rails
District - Smells of sweat from fat prick yank tourists going to see the "Touwar of Londun."
Circle - Smells of beer from fat prick brits vomiting in the carriages
Jubilee - Smells of money from all the suits going down to Canary Wharf in their Armani
Hammersmith & City - Smells of Poles, due to the gazillion Polish immigrants that get on at Hammersmith
East London - Smells like I don't know, because no-one uses it
Piccadilly - Smells like fear, from the tourists getting on at Heathrow saying "What the fuck have we done?!"
Metropolitan - Smells of boredom, due to multiple fuck-ups on a supposedly "express" line
Victoria - Smells of envy, due to all other underground users thinking of Victoria trains roaring past at 50 mph while they sit behind a broken signal







Central - Smells like ARSE.