Windswept Barking, chilly Walthamstow and lonley city-limits at Epping, to name but a few of the melancholic, yet captivating portraits of the London Underground that Simon James has brought to us in his book. In between the rush hour, the tube network is taken over by whispers and echoes, which stretch out to the ends of the lines and remain in a world which, to some, only exists on the destination sign on the front of their train. Bizarrely, I have always had a nagging feeling to know what went on at Hainault and did Amersham have that Metroland look about it? Coming from the tubeless depths of Croydon, these questions have needed to be answered and Simon James has done just that. So, when you buy your one day travelcard to go shopping in Oxford Street, resist the temptation and stay on the train to Uxbridge or Ruislip and see the sights of suburbia, so often forgotten in the Zone 1 bias of tubeland.