Honestly, the train station near the O2 is a masterclass in good design. It’s not glamorous—it’s concrete and fluorescent lights—but it works. You’ll leave the arena buzzing, walk two minutes, and suddenly be on a train home before the encore has even faded from your ears.
So next time you’re planning a night at the O2, calm down. The transport isn’t the scary part. The scary part is deciding between the last slice of pizza and a tube journey that ends with indigestion. Spoiler: get the pizza. The train will wait.
