I was born in Mayday Hospital, Croydon. I've always thought it was a great name for an emergency department, but I can't remember what else was fun about Croydon, and I moved away when I was 6 to Swindon. As it turned out, Swindon was the butt of as many jokes as Croydon, not that I really have a bad word to say about either place. I lived in Swindon well into my 20s and it's famous for being a railway town, so no surprise then when I started working for Railtrack and eventually transferred to Waterloo. Not Belgium. Or Canada. But the station in London that's more famous for its clock than its trains. As well as home to me, Waterloo station had once been the site of the London Necropolis railway station, the London terminus of the London Necropolis railway that was used to carry dead bodies out of the city. Had I known, I would have visited, since my fascination with everything that's slightly dark started when I was extremely young...probably in the corridors of Mayday Hospital.