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No early warning signals then for safety, just a trusty Tilley lamp to warn any drivers of the danger ahead. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ It is a local ÿþ<strongÿþ>ÿþSW8ÿþ</strong>ÿþ myth that the ghost of South Island Place can still be see at night, some 100 feet below the surface, patrolling his particular patch with his trusted (but ultimately useless) Tilley lamp. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ You're unlikely to see the night talker whilst trains are still running, but many a London Underground employee has asked for an SW8 transfer after seeing the lone man and his Tilley lamp in the early hours. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ Fast forward fifty years and we return to the ÿþ<strongÿþ>ÿþonionbagblog darts dungeonÿþ</strong>ÿþ. I really am addicted to the arrows right now, regularly spending some three hours plus an evening down in the wine cellar. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ It's a fine way to pass away the winter months, shutting yourself away from the rush of London life above ground, routinely and obsessively throwing three sticks of titanium into a bed made out of natural rope fibre. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ The obb darts dungeon is below ground level, situated... ÿþ<emÿþ>ÿþopposite South Island Placeÿþ</em>ÿþ. The clunking noise of passing Northern Line trains is as hit and miss as my arrow action. The cellar vibrates slightly with each passing carriage. It's a reassuring feeling that I'm living in the Big City and that obb HQ II is ideally situated for a Boy About Town. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ The darts dungeon is lit by a solitary light bulb. The decor of the place doesn't really call for anything more lavish. In case of power cuts then we have a couple of torches stored beside the stairs leading down. Forward planning and all that. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ Except a couple of months ago, I misplaced one of the torches. I was changing a bulb above ground level at the time and couldn't place the red torch once the job was done. Never mind, it will turn up some other time. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ In fact it turned up last night. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ I've been sleeping alone the past couple of nights as the fragrant ÿþ<strongÿþ>ÿþmrs obbÿþ</strong>ÿþ is doing the family thing back with her folks. My evening routine was no different to normal; I played darts until around 11pm, and then retired to bed. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ Darts is not exactly the most draining of activities, but I was exhausted after a demanding pre-Christmas day that had just passed. It was lights out and fast asleep within minutes. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ I slept fine until the early hours. I was awoken by the familiar sound of a Northern Line train passing underneath. Looking at the bedside clock, I assumed it was around 12.30, with the noise coming from the last train. But no, it was 3.30 am. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ How very strange. Maybe it was a train being tested? Your brain doesn't really stop to think of too much detail at this time in the morning. Still, I had been disturbed and needed a drink. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ I went downstairs and passed the door to the cellar. Pitch black outside and I noticed a faint light shining through the cracks in the floorboards from up above. I was now fully awake and thought that maybe I had left the light on from my earlier darts session. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ I opened the cellar door, and from the foot of the stairs, peered down. ÿþ<brÿþ>ÿþ ÿþ</br>ÿþ I'm not sure how long I stood there. It may have been minutes; it may have been an hour. The light was coming from a faint beam in the far corner of the cellar. I wanted to ignore this and head back to the safety of my duvet. 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