The journey back from Romford saw Shades and I return to Stratford on yet another method, a National Rail service. This took us to platforms emblazoned with Greater Anglia signs, which were duly pupped. After all, what’s the point of interchanging somewhere if you’re not going to pup all the platforms? The great thing was that our link to the DLR wasn’t far away and from there we would get another Pride sign…