( I retired today. )

Is that when they started
calling it Metroland here?

That bloody nonsense.

No, that was
just a name made up
to please the estate agents

during the war
before Hitler's.

Catchy name
to make it sound cozy.

Cozy homes for cozy heroes…

…minutes from Baker Street
and a pension at the end of the line.

Turned it into
what it is now...

bourgeois dormitory.

Aren't you bourgeois, then?

'Course, I am.

So are you...

I shouldn't wonder.

No, I'm not staying
in Metroland.

I'm gonna live in Paris
and take pictures.

French never could run
a decent rail service.

You see, it doesn't matter

where you go.

Metroland isn't a place.

It's a state of mind.

-Metroland