The end is most definitely nigh.
Commuting is like brushing your teeth: a personal, twice-daily routine you sort of weirdly look forward to at the beginning and end of the day. If you try talking at the same time, that’s when things go wrong.
A steadfast fan of the Tube and all its funny little ways, it came as a bit of a surprise when, within a week of going over to the dark side, my new bus commute had totally won me over. Here’s why.
There are things you know when you’ve lived in London for a bit. Not just the obvious stuff like standing on the right, walking as fast as humanly possible at all times, or forming orderly queues everywhere (unless you’re at a bus stop or waiting for the tube; in which case please form a restless, passive aggressive crowd […]
Night buses will either be the very best or very worst decision you make after 3am. It depends on how many rabbits are running around on the bottom deck.