And other sundrie entertainments
Not a new one - this was three pages from the middle of the late unlamented font boy that I thought might be worth posting on their own.
Seven Kings for Seven Sisters, Part 4: In which we meet a witch. This would probably be a good time to note that sometimes the story relies on the right pronunciation for the station names (e.g. Holborn) and sometimes on the wrong pronunciation (e.g. Greenwich). I’m not sorry.
I have always been suspicious that there is a story hiding in the names of London stations. Or at least, when passing through Turnham Green or Hatton Cross I am very suspicious; at Heathrow Terminal 5 I am less so. At one point I got suspicious enough that I got the complete list of London stations off Wikipedia and started playing around with them. Eventually, the list combined with a regrettable fondness for doggerel to result in this: Seven Kings for Seven Sisters.
This is part one of (surprise, surprise) seven. Part two is here, part three here, part four here, part five here, part six here and part seven here.
 There are quite a lot of them. They are all included somewhere. Insert usual caveat about errors and omissions here.
Rocks at Imachar Point, Arran.