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.
London has gone back to work, and I know the best way to survive the January commute and I’m going to tell you what it is because I’m nice like that.