DaveSome six years ago, while I was preparing for my departure to London, a friend took me aside and showed me a map of the tube, pointing out the end of the dark blue line and saying "you have got to go there!".
The place was 'Cockfosters', which is at one end of the Picadilly line, the other end being Heathrow airport. My friend was obviously enchanted with either the name of the place, or the entendre that could be used by saying "I'm going to the other end of the Picadilly line".
With my departure from the UK looming, I managed to convince some good friends to get up early and make the trek with me, not easy considering Cockfosters is a place people usually visit by accident (having fallen asleep on the train etc).
The trip itself was as eventful as the place, if you can imagine the feeling of an early-morning tube ride being converted into a commuter town.
We did though, make it, and made it back to London to take in some more London highlights before my departure, namely; sitting in traffic, standing in queues, drinking at Gordons and being frustrated by bureaucracy.
Dave, if you're out there, don't ask anyone else to go to Cockfosters.
