I started cycling to work after falling asleep on the number 8 Nightbus. Woke up on the top deck, curled up, and went down the stairs into a huge garage full of mechanics whistling. I walked out, blinking in the sunshine and went into a cafe and said "Egg, sausage, bacon, toast and tea and where am I please?" Romford, 14 miles out of London. That's why I'm opposed to Eurostar, the risks are just too great.