Happy Yule logs, folks. It’s the third and final part of our Xmas charabanc trip through London. I’ve covered a lot of ground, eaten a lot of foil-wrapped M&S chocolate coins, and taken a lot of pictures on zebra crossings whilst bemused drivers considered running me over for holding up traffic. Grinches would say that it wasn’t worth it; that I would have been better off sitting in my mum’s living room in my dressing gown watching ‘The Great Sprouty Fart-Off’. Well, firstly, I’m a fearless explorer, so a bit of cold weather that turns your hands blood red and your fingernails blue isn’t going to stop me. Secondly, my mother has a prepayment electricity meter that displays how much leccie is being used throughout the day, and let me tell you; you are never happier to leave a house then when you’ve seen £11 disappear in the space of seven hours through tumble drying four pillow cases and warming a chicken pot pie in the oven.