Intrigued by those faraway-sounding, almost mythical, placenames in Tube tannoy announcements ["this train is for Hainault via Newbury Park"], James bought himself an all-zones Travelcard and photographed the stations at the ends of the tube lines. Surprisingly, some of these stations are not the tatty suburban backwaters you might expect. I am going to have to invent a reasons to go to Hillingdon and Cockfosters just so I can gawp at the architecture of their stations. And I simply have to see the Secret Nuclear Bunker at Ongar.
The book is littered with the kinds of trivial facts that turn me on:
Loads more facts and figures can be found on this page. I'll get me anorak.