Mind the Gap

A vacancy opens up in Tube voiceovers

In the early nineteen-eighties, my Aunt Holly was station manager at King’s Cross. It was one of those days when it seems like travelling by tube is a weird Kafkaesque torture, devised by a chippy Northener as a punishment for everyone living in London. After ten hours of insanely hard work, in a station whose platforms were packed a dozen deep with furious commuters, all of them hurling abuse at any LT employee they saw, she got on the tannoy and announced:

“We really are sorry for all these delays. If it’s any consolation, this is as horrible for us as it is for you.”

I think I might have been rather pleased to hear this if I’d been a commuter that day. Holly’s bosses, however, were not. She received the mother of all bollockings, missed a promotion, and it hung over her, to some extent, for the rest of her career,

So I have a certain personal sympathy for ‘voice of the tube’ Emma Clarke, stitched up by the Mail on Sunday, and then sacked for including some spoof announcements on her website, . The MP3s on her site offer the sort of very mild humour that anyone who has ever blogged about London’s transport network ventures approximately 3 times every column: Americans talking loudly, pervy men staring at women’s chests, and so on. If London Underground hadn’t suffered such a substantial sense of humour failure, they would have been heard by practically nobody – unlike her most famous works (‘Please stand clear of the doors’, and her biggest hit to date, ‘mind the gap’) which have been heard more often, by more people, than anything by Elvis or Michael Jackson.

Hopefully the fifteen minutes of fame she’s had from this will help to get her some more work elsewhere, but above all, the wave of sympathy she’s had from commuters all over the Capital should give LT a chance to shake up those announcements anyway. Add some humour, or maybe bring in a few celebrities. It would be almost impossible to keep up that rush hour rage if Stephen Fry’s cuddly tones were informing you of ‘passenger action at Oval’, for example, or if the lovable Geordie voiceover from Big Brother was letting you know that it was ‘Signal failures causing delays to the Eustuurn soorvice”.

I think the best solution would be ‘King’s X Factor’, a nationwide talent search for people to deliver the perfect announcement, concluding with Rhydian going head to head with Chico in a grand ‘The next station is Theydon Bois’ finale. Emma Clarke and my Aunt Holly could be judges.

Track and Feline

Work on the Olympic site is continuing apace – good news if that 2012 deadline is to be met. But who’s thinking of the poor cats who may get stranded there? More than 5,500 people it seems. That’s how many have signed a petition to let animal welfare workers onto the site to assess the number of moggies who might be there risking any number of their nine lives dodging the bulldozers.

Double, double, toil and trouble

Patrick Stewart, starring in the title role, and Rupert Goold, directing, did the double for Macbeth at the Evening Standard Theatre Awards announced this week. The bloody Scottish play showed no signs of its reputation for bringing bad luck and it was smiles all round. Winning best actress was Anne-Marie Duff for her Joan Of Arc at the National Theatre. This officially makes Anne-Marie and husband James McAvoy one of Britain’s most talented and best loved luvvie couples – it’s all a far cry from the ‘Shameless’ days.

The Plinth and the Kapoor

Tracey Emin’s unmade bed could be the next ‘artwork’ to adorn the Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square. Let’s just hope vigilant community officers don’t mistake it for that of a homeless man and encourage it to “move along now”. A shortlist of six artists has been drawn up which sees Emin pitted against ‘Angel of the North’ creator Anthony Gormley and Anish Kapoor – who put a giant gramophone horn in the Tate’s Turbine Hall; try doing that on a plinth.

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