Great review it is as well, Lee.
I'll just quote the opening paragraph which, in words, paints a great picture (where's William Hogarth with his engraving kit when you need him?!) of what hard pressed Underground staff have to deal with on a typical Friday night:
The latest contributor to reality television's ongoing mission to catalogue every last public puddle of vomit, splash of urine and semi-comatose body slumped bonelessly in the gutter joined the feculent fray last night. The opening episode of The Tube (BBC2) painted a picture – mostly in the aforementioned bodily fluids – of the average Friday night on the subterranean network. Hogarth himself would run screaming from the sight, but the station managers, cleaners and assorted other underground sufferers of the British commitment to binge-drinking soldier – wryly, stoically, incredulously as the mood and temperament take them – on. "Womit after womit," says one of the cleaners, a former professional cyclist who once, she told us, came second in the Soviet Union in the 25km race. "Nobody apologise. Never, never, never."
Folks, do read the full review. My kind of journalism. Well written Lucy Mangan.