Review at a glance: ★★★★☆
Metaphors emerge in the unlikeliest of places. One presented itself in an Uber last week when a headstrong driver ignored the obvious route between Northwick Park Hospital and our flat and instead burrowed Brent’s backstreets on a circuitous tour of potholes. I felt like I’d been chauffeured home in a cocktail shaker. That’s life, I thought: a zigzag in the back of a cab driven by a madman.
