It was just like being interviewed for a radio show. The wonderful world of podcasts. There was a little studio on the fifth floor at 119 Farringdon Road and there I was asked about the travails of the strike.
What was it like? And what will happen next? There was nothing new to say. But at least I was saying it in a new venue.
I went to the National Film Theatre on the south bank cafe to collect my thoughts before going in for the chat. It was a bright morning, the sun reflecting vividly on the snake of buildings on the north side.
I'll miss my Sunday mornings in Waterloo. Perhaps I need to take a Sunday morning and walk around St Pancras Interntaional. I might discover its charms.