The real test of a good station is how it handles the post-show exodus. You’ve laughed, you’ve cried (probably during the power ballad), and now you’re tired and your ears are ringing. North Greenwich becomes a heaving, gentle monster of humanity. It’s like a mosh pit, but with people holding empty plastic cups and looking for their taxis.
The queue for the Jubilee line is a badge of honour. You’ll watch as train after train fills up, each one a brief, moving library of exhausted fans. Everyone is quiet now, lost in the high of the concert. Someone will inevitably try to push to the front, and a bystander will give them a look that says, “We all saw the same show, mate. Patience.” It’s a beautiful, chaotic, very British moment.
Greenwich Peninsula Tube Station | Train Stations Near the O2
Pro-Tips for the Wise Traveler
Here’s the golden rule: Do not take the bus. I know it’s tempting. You see the 108 bus and think, “Ah, a bus, how quaint.” But that bus will take a slow, scenic tour of London while you watch the glow of the Arena fade in the rear window. It’s the equivalent of taking a donkey cart home from a Formula 1 race.
Also, if you’re driving, remember: nobody drives in London anymore, it’s too crowded. The car park at the O2 is fine if you pre-book, but the traffic leaving is a special kind of hell. It’s stop-and-go, with aggressive Uber drivers and people who forgot where they left their parking spot two hours ago. Stick to the train. The train is your friend.
