Taxi

...Got to Tooting just before midnight, after a taxi, plane, train and taxi journey, following a busy day in work. Aer Lingus had the cheapest fare for this weekend, so they did. An on-time departure, the Captain's tannoy announcements (I'm a sucker for the Irish accent) and a row of three seats to myself resulted in a thumbs up for the journey as far as Gatwick.

And then there were endless queues for train tickets (man and machine), for an expensive twenty-four minute journey to Clapham. I didn't fancy trying the night-bus on a route I wasn't familiar with from there, and I certainly didn't want to tube it and walk the last bit, so I black cabbed it, except I picked one with a driver who clearly didn't have The Knowledge.