edit: it was a bit more protracted than I'm making out
it WAS cold in Kings cross station, I WAS shivering, and the serial killer sat beside me and made up some story about waiting for "friends" who were supposed to arrive from a train from Glasgow, the very same train I had decamped from, and then he started bleating on about "OOH, it's cold", "OOH, it's cold isn't it?", "OOH, my flat is warm", "don't you think it's cold? How'd you like to warm up in my flat?", etc, "wouldn't you like to sit in my WARM flat because it is cold here" etc
but the guy could get tae fuck, I know a wrongun