Thanks to our move to Buckingham Palace Road, the royal correspondent can walk to meetings with her contacts, and I am spared using the Jubilee Line and hearing one of the most annoying announcements on British public transport: “There is a good service today from Canary Wharf and to all destinations on the Jubilee Line.”

Good? Surely we, the ones they call customers rather than passengers, should be the judge of that?

Then there is the appeal they broadcast just as you’ve fought your way out of the carriage in which you have had to stand all the way: “Please help us to keep your station tidy.” It’s not my station; if it was, there would be somewhere to put your discarded paper, and the capacious loos wouldn’t be locked every time I wanted to use them.

You get a better class of announcement – occasionally – on Southwest Trains. Leaving Waterloo one night recently I heard this from the guard: “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise for the delay to this service and the inconvenience caused. This was due to yobbos and scrotes holding the door open.”

Now that’s what I call informative.