Author: She Loves London

  • 8 Reasons Why Commuting by Bus is LOADS Better than the Tube

    8 Reasons Why Commuting by Bus is LOADS Better than the Tube

    Recently, I broke new ground and moved to an area of London not served by the Underground.

    Faced with a daily commute from East London to the West End, and with there being no way in Peckham that I’d consider joining the peddling masses (safety concerns aside, I once caught an inadvertent full-frontal of a girl cycling in a skirt and am still shuddering at the thought), I delved into unprecedented waters…and, for the first time ever, swapped my monthly travelcard for a bus pass.

    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 moving over to the dark side, my new bus commute had totally won me over.

    Here’s why.

    1. You might actually get a seat

    You know the best thing about a bus? All that sitting down. Let’s think: do you want to start your day off with 45 minutes of leisurely book reading and a guaranteed seat with views of the outside world, orrrr… a 20 minute tube crush in a tunnel, with your face in someone’s armpit and your inky fingers from a half-read Metro grabbing tenuously onto a sweaty rail? What’s that? “The first one, please?” Correct answer! Case closed. NEXT.

    2. It’s a fair bit cheaper than the tube

    At £80-something quid for a month’s unbridled bus fun across the whole of London, this is cheap transport. Well, cheaper at any rate. Even with twenty quid’s worth of token PAYG tube travel on top, that’s still well below the £112 you’ll pay for a Zones 1-2 Travelcard. Verdict? All aboard the big red bus, first stop, More Money for Booze Street. Ding ding!

    3. You probably live closer to a bus stop

    Not only are you more likely to find a bus stop on your doorstep than a whacking great big tube station, but with all the spandangly new bus lanes cropping up, and the zillion routes tracking around town day and night – well, if you squint hard and do a shot of Tequila, you’ll see it’s pretty much door to door service.

    4. There’s plenty of time to catch up on work emails

    Haha! lolz. Jokes. No, don’t ruin it.

    5. Ok, no work emails. But you do get internet access.

    It’ll be a while until the tube gets Wifi in the tunnels. In the mean time, here’s your chance to endlessly refresh your Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and BBC News feeds until the end of time. Or Holborn, anyway.

    6. You get lots of ad-hoc sightseeing opportunities

    Alright, so we are talking about one of the busiest cities in the world. Traffic happens. But my daily trip takes me through one of London’s most historic areas, so when you’re not screaming “HURRY UP, YOU MASSIVE BUS, WHY IS THIS TAKING SO LONG” into the seat in front, there’s always something else to concentrate on. I’m talking the “Est 1700” signs adorning the upper levels of the oldest pubs on Fleet Street, and the impeccable details on the Royal Courts of Justice, the towering grandeur of St Paul’s Cathedral, and that road in EC1 somewhere ambiguously named “Poultry”.

    7. …and a bit of thinking space

    Finally, in between all that gazing, there’s ample time to consider life’s more important questions. Whereas back in yonder Tube days this time would have been spent thinking about all the ways I could garrotte the fat man who just hurtled through the closing doors and proceeded to squeeze his rolls uninvited into my personal space, now there are different matters on my mind. Such as, “what happens if you go the wrong way round Ikea?”, or “Who would win in a fight between a large adult male gorilla and a ferocious honey badger?”

    8. Bus rides are now BOGOF

    This year they introduced the “bus hopper” fare, which let’s you get off one bus and onto another one within the hour, without getting charged again. Given that most people actually get about eight buses to work every morning, it should come in pretty handy.

    Love the bus? Hate the bus? Don’t care because you get chauffeur driven everywhere like a legend? Let me know below.

  • 5 Types Of People You’ll Encounter On The Tube

    5 Types Of People You’ll Encounter On The Tube

    If you commute into or around London every day, chances are you’ll know your fellow passengers very well indeed.

    Maybe not by name, but most likely by sight, and occasionally by your own silently given moniker – “sunglasses girl”, “loud phone woman”, or, “that bloke you thought was hot until he repeatedly picked his nose and ate it on the platform at Baker Street the other day” (true story. Nothing breaks the heart and turns the stomach like seeing a good looking boy having a bogey breakfast on the Bakerloo Line. Sad face.)

    But for the most part, you’ll recognise certain commuters because every station, carriage and tube line has their own version. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to…

    1. The Wacky Racers

    Recognise them by: the nervous sideways glance they’ll give you as you as the tube pulls into the platform. These commuters aren’t in a rush for any reason, they’re just on a one-man mission to be the first person off the tube. After sizing up their competitors, they’re up and standing by the doors before the next stop is even announced, ready to run.  This ain’t a commute sunshine, it’s a goddamn race.

    2. The Newspaper Nuisance

    Recognise them by: the tutting, shuffling, perturbed gang of commuters on either side. There’s barely room to swing an Oyster Card in the crush, but that doesn’t stop this space invader from bringing the FT, Daily Telegraph or worse still, The Daily Mail (what it loses in size, it makes up for with offensive headlines) onto the busy tube and reading it at full spread. When it comes to newspapers, less is more. Fold it in half or face the silent wrath – and occasional elbow – of your neighbouring passengers.

    3. The Drunken Monkey

    Recognise them by: the ambiguous stains on their jeans (could be kebab, more likely vomit), missing shirt buttons and lolling head. The seat beside this commuter will nearly always be free, but do yourself a favour and avoid it at all costs. If you must enter the danger zone, proceed with care. And always have a camera phone ready to capture any good ‘uns for comedy value.
    Uh oh.
    Sorry, dude.

    4. The Very Angry Caterpillars

    Recognise them by: the frantic activity (pointing gestures, outraged facial expressions) through the window, followed by an irate, window-rattling yell of “CAN YOU MOVE DOWN, PLEASE“. Having issued their directives from the platform, the Angry Caterpillars will proceed – with accompanying tuts and hurumphs – to squeeze into a previously invisible space using a barrage of elbows, bag swinging, and audible muttering until the inevitable awkward silence descends. On a particularly fraught commute, it is not unusual to come across a succession of them. All are best ignored.

    5. The Entertainer

    Recognise them by: ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ts ts ts ch ch ch ch ch ti ti ti ti ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch, and these:Cheap earphones: the commuter's nemesis.Usually head nodding, occasionally rapping / tappin’ to da beat, always oblivious to the disapproving looks from those around them; the Entertainer shuns noise-reducing Sennheisers in favour of earphones that provide a live, treble-heavy musical broadcast to the rest of the carriage. Only the brave (or the Angry Caterpillar) will dare to make the “volume-down” gesture, and the best course of action is to counter the tinny assault with your own music.
    Failing that, always have the other London travel essential to hand: a pointed, steely glare.

    If I’ve missed off someone as always, do let me know.

  • On Thursday I Went to the Top of the Shard for the First Time EVER

    On Thursday I Went to the Top of the Shard for the First Time EVER

    Three years it took me.

    Three years to get round to seeing the view from Europe’s highest building, which is two years and 363 days longer than it took everyone in London to turn “getting taken up the Shard” into a phrase you can no longer say out loud without someone finishing the sentence with “WHEYYYYY”.

    But last Thursday night, I made it. I went. I took myself.

    Right.

    To.

    The.

    Top.

    (Well, almost.)

    shard-view-top

    What took you so long?

    Part of me reckoned that if I hung on long enough, eventually I’d work for the sort of company that would whisk me up there for a Christmassy treat and give me Champagne for free.

    Also proximity to all them bloody tourists stopped me, to be honest, and the assumption that on a nice clear, sunny, perfect up the Shard-y day it’d be too busy, and I’d have to queue. And on a rainy day, there would be no queue, but also… no view.

    And aside from birthdays – which, despite my many attempts to stretch them out for as long as humanly possible, still only come around once a year – and romantic occasions, of which I have none, ever – there wasn’t ever really an occasion or willingness to pay £25 to go.

    Until everything changed.

    Until they made it silly not to.

    Until they made it pretty much free.

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    Maybe someone looked around and realised this London attraction was lacking in…Londoners.

    Whatever the reason, this year View from the Shard sold 2,016 annual “Love London” passes for £20.16 (yep, you’ve got it, you’re seeing the theme).

    So for less money than it costs to go up there once, you can go up there whenever you like, as many times as you like – as long as you live in London.

    The only downside is you can’t book, but because booking anything too far in advance makes me extremely nervous, the idea of turning up unannounced – no occasion, no expectation, no planning ahead – appealed quite nicely.

    So a couple of weeks ago, I joined the queue just in time and bought a card.

    Then last Thursday night after work, I used it.

    And entirely unexpectedly…

    ….that view ended up being really, really good.

    view-from-the-shard-looking-east

    It’s like when a plane does that really good descent over London on your way back from holiday, but with bigger windows.

    The very top floor is open air, and it’s also where you get the best photos.

    But after a while I couldn’t feel my fingers so I went back down to the warmer level below, found a seat by the window, and looked out over the city for a bit.

    shard-looking-west-at-night

    Thing is, although lots of people have shown me pictures of the Shard, and I’ve read blogs about it, and I knew it was there – no one had really mentioned how nice and calming it is being so high up with everything so tiny below you.

    So even though your immediate reaction is to take a load of photos the whole time, I thoroughly recommend putting the camera down for a bit, putting some music in your ears, and just watching the city do its thing.

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    So I think I’m just going to see how many times I can photograph that view over the course of the year. That means beautiful aerial views of London are going to get pret-ty commonplace around here over the next 12 months.

    But the best thing is: the next time I go up the Shard (wheyyy) and look down on this expensive silly but brilliant city, it’ll be free.