We’ve all been there: we’ve all risked it in rush hour, gone up to the top deck knowing the odds but giving it a go anyway, tilting our chin up, peering expectantly looking for a spare seat while also trying to discreetly check why it might be free. And there you are in front of everyone, head bobbing side to side, squinting down the bus. A pointless move at this time of day and everyone knows it, so you have to retreat quietly back down the stairs while, you imagine, the seated roll their eyes at the back of your head.
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 […]