Ah...Something about train stations, and particularly Victoria. Maybe it's the showers, or maybe just that when you are accommodationally challanged, anywhere out of the cold is good. Of course I have it easier than many, being an American. Seems like the only time I'll mention where I'm from is when there are police or security guards about. And then there is Waterloo.

There's this ledge downstairs in the lady's toilet at Waterloo Station, it's some sort of stone, marble, granite maybe. It can't be more than 5 or 6 inches wide and is located above the sinks. I spent many nights asleep on that ledge. It was almost ideal...off the floor, inside, and there was a sink and a toilet nearby. I couldn't have asked for more, except for when I would wake up to strange women washing their hands under me. The whole experiance has probably emotionally scarred me somehow, I know it hasn't helped my back at all.