That’s correct, “the Last Tube before Xmas” is what I said. This is because London basically closes for Xmas day. No public transport is running on Xmas day. Double priced taxis, yes, but nothing else - no tube, no trains, no trams, no riverboats, nothing.
So, this meant that Xmas was a home gig. Our plan of a Xmas lunch in our housemate’s restaurant was scuppered simply because the only way to get there was to walk. A nice lay-in with presents and phone calls home made for a nice day off. The rest of the day we ‘made do’ to create our own unique Xmas day. It may have included shepherd’s pie with a sweet potato mash, Finding Nemo and the Doctor Who Xmas adventure with Kylie, but it won’t be a Xmas day that will be forgotten, and that’s what you want. No offence to families, but ‘family Xmas’s’ do tend to blend into one another over the years unless of course something memorable happens. You know, like half-sloshed ‘uncles’ trying (unsuccessfully) to quietly put together a swing set without waking the young kiddies inside...
