It’s two days to go to the launch. I’m not going to print out our introductory script one more time, this is it, finished and complete and wonderfully colour-coded. Carole’s words are in black, mine in light blue, the picture cues are purple, our actions red and the bits we say together in green. The script may be the best part of the show, but my favourite is the picture of a pile of mud in a skip we came across at Belsize Park. We will collect the copies of the book from the printer tomorrow and spend the evening gazing fondly at them. We appear in the Sevenoaks Chronicle today, the picture of us at Mornington Crescent wearing silly Christmas hats on page 2 accompanying Alice Hemmings article.
‘What was your favourite station?’ she asked. Mine Tufnell Park, the most farcical adventure as we searched in vain for Stalin’s tomb; Carole plumped for Collier’s Wood and Merton Abbey Mill. We had to confess to our worst station too. I’m sorry Woodside Park it was you because we struggled to find anything of interest there, as was the case with West Finchley, but it did have a consolation in the form of a strikingly attractive tall man with his son who told us the scout hut was not worth a visit. He said if we put anything of interest about West Finchley he’d pick it us. We didn’t so he couldn’t, but like so many people on our journey we appreciate his friendly desire to help and share his local knowledge.