Once Bernie and I dragged right across town to a pub in the back of beyond in North London because we'd seen a gig advertised there featuring a band called The Teenage Rebels.
The train from the Back of Beyond is about to arrive at the Middle of Nowhere. A week out of Moscow across Siberia and five time zones later you somehow land up in landlocked Mongolia.
She was appalled at the idea of living in the wilds, as she put it. To expect her to bury herself in the back of beyond, away from all her friends with just Penry Vaughan for company, constituted adequate grounds for divorce in her view.