Four Foot Eight

Totteridge & Whetstone

Of course it's near Buckingham Palace, the travel agent in Baltimore had said. Just a subway ride away. The hotel's in Greater London, you know - must mean it's in the middle, otherwise it would be in Lesser London or something. Bill Redfern smiles ruefully at his wife. The centre of London sure seems to go a long way out, but at least the hotel's nice. Only ten minutes in a cab to the subway, too.

They're catching a late show in the West End tonight - the ticket agency said it wouldn't finish until gone midnight. They're looking forward to getting a meal somewhere after the show, then maybe having a couple of drinks and soaking up that famous London nightlife. Hell, Bill thinks, it's gonna be at least two o'clock before they even think about heading to the subway to come home to the hotel. All part of the London experience, isn't it?