I woke up during the night needing a drink, and considered the dream I'd been having. It was a strange thing, all about death, and it had spooked me somewhat. But what had seemed so thoroughly logical within the dream in fact turned out to be utter rubbish during my waking moments. I'm not drawing any conclusions, really, just thought it was funny. Funny strange, not funny ha-ha.
In other news (well, not so much 'news' as 'olds'), I'd often wondered about The Angel, Islington, most commonly referred to as a tube station (just 'The Angel'), and as a Monopoly board location. I heard it mentioned last night, and it got me thinking. It's not a normal name for a tube station - they're usually a little more geographical, a little less spiritual. It turns out that the Angel is a geographical boundary after all, describing an area of Islington which housed the famous Angel Inn between the 17th and 19th centuries. The Angel became a coaching inn in 1819, the first staging post north of the city of London, originally having been situated near a toll gate on the Great North Road. The original building was replaced in 1899, and since then it has served as a coffee house and a bank. The Angel legacy lives on, though - next door to the bank is a pub bearing the same name. And the Angel tube station? Down the road, of course...