written and posted by members of Lancashire Dead Good Poets' Society

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Saturday, 17 May 2025

Mind The Gap

London's Underground railway system, the oldest in the world, first opened in January 1863, the start of  a grand design to link the City of London with the capital's suburbs via the Metropolitan Line. There was even talk at that time that it might eventually extend to Dover and through a mooted Channel Tunnel, thereby linking Victorian London with Napoleonic Paris. What s crazy idea! 

It is not recorded if passengers were advised to  Mind The Gap   on those early subterranean journeys between Paddington and Farringdon, using gas-lit wooden carriages hauled by steam locomotives. It was probably all rather more sedate than it became once the network expanded under the city and was electrified in the early 1900s. Throughout the first half of the 20th century, train drivers and station attendants would make verbal announcements on underground platforms, particularly in the busier stations: "train approaching", "kindly let passengers off first", "take care when alighting and boarding", "stand clear of the closing doors". 

However, as the volume of people using the underground increased enormously in the post-war decades, the decision was made for safety reasons to automate the key message to the travelling public and in 1968 the pithy phrase "mind the gap" was chosen as the simplest and most effective way of focussing passengers' attention as they got on and off the tube trains. The same simple, short message was also painted on platform edges opposite where the train doors would open and it featured in poster campaigns promoting safety on the Underground. 

"Mind The Gap"
London Underground chose an AEG Telefunken digital system and the first '"Mind The Gap" message was recorded for use on the Central Line by a sound engineer, one Peter Lodge, owner of Redan Recorders in Bayswater, a station on the Circle Line. That recording still gets played today.

But Peter Lodge's is not the only voice that was used. Different lines, even different stations on the same line, have used other recordings down the years. Cue some fascinating name-dropping. For many years, the voice on the Piccadilly Line was that of actor Tim Bentinck, more properly called Timothy Charles Robert Noel Bentinck, 12th Earl of Portland, Count Bentinck of Waldeck Limpurg, but most well known for his role as David Archer in BBC Radio's long running 'everyday story of country folk'. He has been superseded by voice-over artist Julie Berry, who has to listen to herself almost daily as she lives near Barons Court tube station. Actress and voice-over artist Emma Clark was the voice of the Bakerloo, Central and Victoria Lines for decades until she discredited herself by making public some spoof recordings she had created. Transport For London (as it now is) terminated her contract forthwith.. And Phil Sayer, another actor and radio presenter, whose voice graced stations on the Jubilee, Northern and Piccadilly lines, was even accorded an obituary in the New York Times in 2016. It read: "Mr. Sayer's was not the only voice cautioning passengers to 'mind the gap', but it is arguably the most familiar one"

However, I would contend that the vote for most familiar, even most famous "Mind The Gap" voice ought to go to one Oswald Laurence. He was a RADA trained stage actor who leant his measured tones to a "Mind The Gap" announcement used by London Underground from the 1970s onwards, so although he was not a household name, his voice was heard by millions of people travelling by tube. 

Oswald met general practitioner Dr Margaret McCollum while holidaying in Morocco in 1992. They married and lived together in London until Oswald's death in 2007.By the turn of the century, as noted above, many of the early Underground public announcement recordings had been replaced by newer ones, and this had happened gradually to the Oswald Laurence  recording, although it was still in use on the Northern Line at Embankment. 

Margaret and Oswald
Bereft of the man she loved, if Margaret wanted to hear her departed husband's voice, she could still go to Embankment station and wait for a train to come in, and another. She did this for five years. "Since he died I would sit and wait for the next train until I heard his voice saying "Mind the Gap, Mind the Gap". Then on November 1st 2012 he wasn't there! I was just stunned when Oswald wasn't there anymore. I inquired and I was told there was a new digital system and they could not get his voice on it." 

Margaret was disconsolate. I know people who have hung on to dusty dictaphones and redundant answering machines because they contain the voice of a departed loved one which can be played back when the need is strong. So I can understand Margaret's reaction to her sudden loss. 

Every credit then to Transport For London for their sensitivity, for when Dr. McCollum made her predicament known to them, they retrieved the master recording that Oswald Laurence had made all those years ago and digitised it into the new system, so that his voice can still be heard to this day, but only on the northbound platform of the Northern Line at Embankment, advising passengers (including his widow when she chooses to be there) to mind how they go.

That heart-warming story was the catalyst for my latest poem:

Like Orpheus In Reverse
At certain times, not necessarily only gloomy ones
for on occasions the urge comes when she's sitting 
in Victoria Embankment Gardens enjoying the sun
on days when she has no surgery to run, she needs

to outwit his deathly silence now she can no longer
cook him breakfast, pair his socks, rest in his arms.
Like Orpheus in reverse, she plunges underground,
three hundred feet down to the labyrinth, spiralling

if needs must as when an escalator is out of bounds
for refurbishment. So she waits quietly, expectantly
upon the northbound platform of the Northern Line
anticipating that rattle within a  sooty tunnel, glints

of headlights  along humming rails,  shockwaves of
an ozone rush before his disembodied voice intones
mind the gap mind the gap. Eustachian tubes vibrate
and endorphins flood her brain. She minds of course 

this gap between having and not. But her love stays
in flower at the very edge of darkness as long as his 
voice can keep drawing her back underground to sit 
on a bench and wait for a train she won't ever board.







Thanks for reading, S ;-)

Tuesday, 26 March 2019

Summit - Per ardua ad alta

 
 

Per ardua ad alta

Our school motto was embossed on the shield shaped badge pinned to our hats, embroidered on the top pockets of blazers and printed boldly on the front of every exercise book. Addressing an assembly of new First Year pupils, which included me, the formidable looking head teacher gave the meaning as ‘by hard work reach the top’, something we had to remember and live up to.

There is a stone built monument on the top of a hill close to where we stay at Queenshill, Dumfries & Galloway. It’s known as Neilson’s Monument. James Beaumont Neilson (1792-1865) was an engineer in an ironworks. He invented a method of increasing fuel efficiency of the blast furnace, quite by chance when he was in the process of trying to solve a problem with it. His son, Walter Montgomerie Neilson erected the monument to his father’s memory.  On one of our visits we decided to walk up. There was a lane, a cow field to cross then a path leading the way. It was much further away than we realised, an ambitious ‘stroll’ up a hill, but we made it to the summit in one piece, just about - as my husband asked me about the suitability of my footwear, which were strong and sensible shoes, he tripped and landed on his derriere, very funny – the climb was worth the stunning views. It was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime trek.

During our time in Dumfries & Galloway last week, we went to see the Grey Mare’s Tail waterfall, north of Moffat. It is reached by a scenic drive through hills and the waterfall is visible from the road, which is good as we’re not up for clambering any more. I got out of the car to take some photos and decided to climb up the embankment to get a better view. It was a bit steep for my knees and squelchy with the rain from earlier in the day, but I’d come all this way and I was going to make the most of it. Not exactly on top of the world, lots above me, but I was high enough and I hadn’t considered how I was going to get down again. These legs of mine can’t manage to get down the stairs without relying on a sturdy banister. Oopsy, reckless me. It took ages, inching my way down very slowly, each step carefully measured. I was sore the next day but every ache was worth it.

Per ardua ad alta, I’m still climbing.

 

“The Builders” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 
All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time;
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.

 Nothing useless is, or low;
Each thing in its place is best;
And what seems but idle show
Strengthens and supports the rest.

 For the structure that we raise,
Time is with materials filled;
Our to-days and yesterdays
Are the blocks with which we build.

 Truly shape and fashion these;
Leave no yawning gaps between;
Think not, because no man sees,
Such things will remain unseen.

 In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the Gods see everywhere.

 Let us do our work as well,
Both the unseen and the seen;
Make the house, where Gods may dwell,
Beautiful, entire, and clean.

 Else our lives are incomplete,
Standing in these walls of Time,
Broken stairways, where the feet
Stumble as they seek to climb.

 Build to-day, then, strong and sure,
With a firm and ample base;
And ascending and secure
Shall to-morrow find its place.

 Thus alone can we attain
To those turrets, where the eye
Sees the world as one vast plain,
And one boundless reach of sky.

 


 
Thanks for reading, Pam x