Whilst pottering clumsily through Uxbridge station this morning I was stopped in my tracks by the charming site of a lovingly battered stainless steel cigarette machine, long out of use but stubbornly determined to be part of the modern day facades of this far flung North West transport hub - you could even see the 'this machine is empty' tab and an advert for John Player Special. In the future won't things like this be as indecipherable as cave paintings are to us now?