Last Train Out… Kings Cross Fire 1987

Typical Wednesday Night?

 
It was 18 November 1987, a typic­al Wednesday night. I was working late, typic­al for Wednesday nights. At some time decided it was best to go home. My route, a short walk to Warren Street, take the Northern Line north­bound to Camden Town. Switch over onto the south­bound train on the Kings Cross section of the line. Switch once again at Kings Cross. Up one floor, switch to the Piccadilly Line, to catch a train south. The reason for this little game of train swapping was to make sure I could get a seat on the Piccadilly Line train, when heading home.
 
At, just about 7:30 p.m. I caught what turned out as the last train stopping at Kings Cross that night. The hallways and platforms smelt smoky, but that was nothing unusu­al, they normally did. Stupidly, London Underground still permit­ted smoking in 1987. I swear I had seen a fire once or twice before on escal­at­ors, but looking a second time there was nothing there. Little did I know, but just as the train doors closed behind me, depart­ing, fire broke out in the tunnels above. It was the last train out. I was safe.
 
I remem­ber this as clearly thirty years later as the day it happened.
 
This video was a part of ITV’s News at Ten that week:
 

 

31 Dead

 
More than 100 people were hospit­al­ised that day. Thirty one people died, includ­ing a man uniden­ti­fied for many years. Commonly known as “Body 115”, because of the mortu­ary tag. This man was immor­tal­ised in the words of a song by singer/songwriter Nick Lowe:
 
“Who was that, who was that man?
Nobody knows all across this land
Who was that, that unknown man
Who was that, who was that man?
 
It was a wild and wet November night
And the rush hour was at its height
King’s Cross the venue that
The finger of death was pointed at”
 
The finger of death did point at those 31 people and that uniden­ti­fied body remained unknown till 2004 when identi­fied as a pension­er from Scotland visit­ing London. I held an affin­ity for each of these people. Someone sugges­ted I attend the memori­al because I had been “almost” a victim. But we shouldn’t do things because of those almost events in life.
 

Last Train Out

 
Kings cross fire Northern-Piccadilly Line 1987 by Courtley Health & SafetyI hear simil­ar stories all the time about surviv­ors and how they found god. Being on the last train out before the disaster, gave me faith in myself, not in anything else imagined or other­wise. I do not see the hand of god reach­ing in to save me, I see happen­stance, and simple good fortune in the choices I made. Maybe the station was partic­u­larly stinky that day. Certainly, a reason not to hang around. It was a Heathrow bound train, there were empty seats. Everything was right, that is why I boarded the train. I am grate­ful for the decisions I made that day, glad I was not the 32nd victim.
 
My surviv­al had nothing to do with god saving me for something special to occur later in my life. I knew this as a fourth gener­a­tion atheist. The follow­ing day I could just as well have stepped off a curb and been flattened by a bus. No hand of god. Pure happen­stance, that is all. No divine inter­ven­tion here. A prevent­able human disaster that people were lucky to walk away from.
 
On the last train out, passen­gers found out about the fire a short time later. 
 
That train did not stop at Russel Square. I saw the station flash by. We stopped one station later, Holborn.
 
Apparently the train behind us rushed through the smoke-filled platform at Kings Cross. Rushing on to Russel Square. Ones after that stopped and turned around, with passen­gers having to find altern­at­ive means of trans­port. We stopped at Holborn, where news of the fire reached the passen­gers. About 25 minutes later control­lers held that train at Acton Town for some time debat­ing where the train should go. But Heathrow was a vital destin­a­tion and some passen­gers had flights to catch.
 

A Sad State

 
Underground travel­lers had, for a long time, been saying that a massive updates were needed to all stations. A year earli­er a fire started when a smoker tossed their cigar­ette stub over the top of a parti­tion wall into a paint storage area. This set off a fire, which kept that station closed for a few days.
 
Cosmetic fixes were not going to correct the problems in the tube network. In the UK at that time there was a govern­ment that was more inter­ested in cutting public expendit­ure than think­ing about the safety of the travel­lers in the capit­al city. The stock market crash a month earli­er was a clear signal the economy was not doing well. Not that the Iron Lady would dare admit that.
 

Impact

 
Personally, I did not stop to think about the impact of the fire. I got on to the Underground train the very next morning as if nothing had happened. All the passen­gers looked at each other. It was is if they were taking stock of the regular travel­lers they recog­nised and check­ing them off as safe. (There was no Facebook “I’m Safe” option in that day). 
 
Not a word spoken, but the glance and returned stare was enough to say it all. Their fellow travel­lers were safe. That was the London way. I watched this at every station along the route, passen­gers check­ing their mental list.
 
There was no change to the route I took to work, but going home I went the way that most did rather than trying to find a seat. I didn’t feel like a victim, well, in part I wasn’t. As I grew older I travelled less and less by under­ground. I told myself that I was not afraid of travel­ling by under­ground. But in truth the scar of November 18th 1987 existed, it may have been a deep one, but it did exist. Subsequently, I found work outside the city and travelled by car. Eventually I moved away from the city.
 
A few months ago I was awoken by a very expli­cit dream. I was travel­ling by train through a tunnel, when a fire broke out. Awake I remembered that day, deep under­ground that could have been my last.
 
This story is not the normal type of story that would normally be told on this site, but it was import­ant to tell the story to the world. If you have thoughts or simil­ar exper­i­ences then please tell. All the picture here come from news sources.
 
 

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