Metroland Page #4

You might...

She might not mind.

Oh, we've won an award.

Yes, I have.

"Christopher Lloyd.

"Advertising Design Awards

winner, Gold Loom. "

Hey, now, now this is it.

This is more like it.

Yeah, I thought

you'd like that one.

I'm impressed.

It's not exactly, uh

Cartier-Bresson

though, is it?

Hey, you always were

a bloody good photographer.

Oh, not quite

good enough, though.

Ah, could have been.

You could have been.

Whatever happened

to that book

you was always going to do?

Do you remember?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, um...

I thought it was time

to get serious about the career

when Amy came along, you know.

It's still

on the back burner, though.

What's it about?

Well, it's, um...

It's really...

It's in here?

No, I'm not saying.

It's in here.

I'm sitting on it.

My God.

Christopher Lloyd's

deep, dark secrets.

No, no, don't, Toni.

No, leave it.

You'll only laugh.

What's the matter?

I won't laugh-

Chris, come on.

Friends since the cradle.

It doesn't matter

what it is, I promise you.

However ludicrous,

trivial, obscene...

I'm not going

to laugh, am I?

Let me see.

Watch out.

What I'm planning

is, a, uh...

a photographic...

history of travel in London.

You know, I mean

the premise being

sort of the extraordinary

within the ordinary, you know,

because everybody's

so familiar with,

you know, the trains

and they cease to see anything

special about it, really

but this is one of

the ideas I've got

for the cover

at the moment.

It's just a rough

thing you know, but...

F*** me.

An illustrated guide

to the Metropolitan Line.

Yeah, thanks, Toni.

What an enticing

prospect.

Thanks, you bastard.

Hey, come on.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, don't overdo it,

you know?

You know, it's just

one of a lot of ideas.

It's a great idea.

I'm really not

sure that it's...

I'm gonna do

that one yet.

I look forward to it,

honestly, all right?

What's happened to you, Chris?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Punk concert?

Yeah. He's got a friend

in the band.

You hate punk.

No, I don't.

Yes, you do.

You know you'll hate it.

Anyway,

you're only going

because Toni

wants you to go.

I happen to be

very interested.

They might have

an age policy on the door:

"Middle-aged swingers

strictly banned. "

I'm not that old.

You know,

you've developed this

very annoying habit

of constantly telling me

how I should be feeling,

what I will and won't like.

I am capable

of independent thought,

you know?

How long's Toni

staying around this time?

I don't know.

He didn't say.

What's he living on anyway?

Dole and savings, I guess.

You know, he doesn't seem

to be short.

He's probably taking

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