Here’s a nice video of a journey on the 43 bus (perhaps most famous for the man who was stabbed to death by in an argument with a bloke who was throwing chips at his girlfriend). Music by Saint Etienne.
Talking of buses, today I have come to the depressing conclusion that the noble British bus queue is dead. No-one queues for buses anymore. Instead of an orderly line with a clear beginning and end, there is now just a general melee in which the person who arrived at the bus stop 30 seconds ago may well board the bus before the person who arrived ten minutes before. Given that I am normally the person who has been waiting ten minutes, I resent this.
If I ever become Mayor of London (not after Boris. Then it’s Alan Sugar’s turn) then I will force people to queue for the bus. I will also forbid people from playing music out loud on their mobiles and will ban anyone under the age of 18 from getting on a bus at all. Let them walk. It will solve the problem of childhood obesity and make the buses a nicer environment for everyone else. Two birds with one stone. Never let it be said that I’m a killjoy.