So where is that elusive gap? I grew up in London and my main source of transport was the London Underground, the Subway. The famous gap appeared some time after I left London 50 years ago. I would return once a year to visit mum and dad, later just dad, and was still travelling with public transport.
It was then that I heard the famous last words whilst boarding the subway train “Mind the Gap, Mind the Gap”. In my younger years as a Brit there was no gap, we stepped from the platform to the train with no threatening thoughts about a gap wanting to attack, or eevour us and now “Mind the Gap”. Was the subway littered with corpses of those passengers that did not mind the gap. Was this a secret enemy to bring revenge on those that ignored this gap.
I am one of the survivors. I never saw the gap, it left me alone. It was something for the tourists, for those that did not possess the British streak. I was safe, I never minded the gap, never saw the gap, but this gap was out to get those that showed no respect for London Transport.
Yes I am a Londoner and I survived the gap.