In 1917 the British chess player Aleister Crowley published a novel. I
have just started reading it.
Part of the opening chapter (it is all online, by the way) reads:

"Charing Cross Station, moreover, is the only true Metropolitan
terminus. Euston, St. Pancras, and King's Cross merely convey one to
the provinces,... Victoria and Paddington seem to serve the vices of
Brighton and Bournemouth in winter, Maidenhead and Henley in summer.
Liverpool Street and Fenchurch Street are mere suburban sewers;
Waterloo is the funereal antechamber to Woking;..."

NOW PAY ATTENTION! 'Cause this is the bit I am talking about!!

"...Great Central is a "notion" imported, name and all, from Broadway,
by an enterprising kind of railway Barnum, named Yerkes; nobody ever
goes there, except to golf at Sandy Lodge. If there are any other
terminals in London, I forget them; clear proof of their
insignificance...."

Did you spot it?!
There used to be a Grand Central station in London. What is it now?

BTW, in Crowley's book 777 he mentions the planet Herschel. I knew
that this was an old name for Uranus but I didn't know it had
persisted among English-speakers for so long.