Travelling by public transport this week has only been surpassed by the misery of travelling by car, especially if you were on the M11 yesterday. The camaraderie created by train delays caused by freak weather is amazing though, particularly on my line, where the modus operandi is something akin to being stuck in a carriage with several Jade Goody-like characters. All using their phones.

Also, rather excitingly, I travelled almost the entire length of the Metropolitan line today, missing only the very last stop. Actually, it was not at all exciting. It was slow and cold and late and there was a horrible stinky fish smell, the schoolkids were screaming and stuffing their faces with crisps and I was half a bloody hour late for my talk at Watford Girls' Grammar School. They were very lovely and very forgiving, but goddamit, I hate being late for things. It also meant I didn't get to show them my gorgeous presentation which I have slaved over for a week and which culminated in the most insane picture of Tony Blair. Boo.