Tag: On the bus

  • 14 Things Every Londoner Knows Not To Do, Even In An Emergency

    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 instead).

    What I’m talking about are the unspoken things that you just don’t do – not because there’s signs or announcements or years of etiquette telling you not to – but because as a Londoner, you simply know this city better than everyone else.

    Put simply, you’re wise to it. They can’t fool you. Whatever it is, you already know it’s futile.

    So get ready to look smug, shake your head despairingly and roll your eyes. Because never would you ever…

    1. Change at Bank.

    Oh, Bank Station. Where all that separates you from your next train are 50 spiral staircases and an estimated ten miles of mind boggling, vaguely signposted tunnels to oblivion and maybe, possibly, at the very end of your sanity, a Central line platform.
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    2. Call Holborn or Bloomsbury “Midtown”.

    A while ago, they put up a load of orange flags, hired orange-clad power rangers and set about rebranding Holborn, St Giles and Bloomsbury into a fashionable, funky, rejuvenated orange coloured area called “Midtown.”

    Four years later, I can officially report that as a direct result of all these marketing efforts, the areas once known as Holborn, St. Giles and Bloomsbury are now known as… Holborn, St. Giles and Bloomsbury.

    Glad we’ve sorted that out then.

    *slow clap*

    Rangers in Midtown which is actually Holborn

    3. Feed the pigeons (/ squirrels / tube mice).

    I’m pretty sure London’s sizeable vermin wildlife population are doing ok without your discarded Pret-crumbs, and London’s human population can do without pigeons ambushing us in Soho Square on our lunchbreak. Thanks tho, save the whales ‘n’ that, peace. xx

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    4. Use the zebra crossing at Abbey Road.

    Less a zebra crossing, more a prolific no-go area for two reasons:

    – If you’re driving, you’ll be stuck for hours waiting for tourists to finish reenacting the Beatle’s famous album cover.

    – If you actually want to cross the road, there’s a high chance of getting hit by a car that can’t be bothered to stop for tourists reenacting the Beatle’s famous album cover. Spend five minutes watching the Crossing Cam and see for yourself.

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    Abbey Road: no ordinary zebra crossing

    5. Shorten it to “Carnaby”.

    London’s re-branding departments strike again, this time trying to give an entire area behind Regent Street a collective term it doesn’t really require or need. What’s wrong with plain old “that street just off Carnaby Street near Miss Sixty”?

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    Image: James Butler

    6. Walk between the Piccadilly and Jubilee lines at Green Park.

    Wars have been fought, lost, re-fought and won again in the time it takes to change lines at Green Park station.

    Instead, go with the advice of London transport geek Diamond Geezer, who says: “It’s probably quicker to ascend to the ticket hall and come back down via the main escalator instead.”

    It is also probably quicker to go to space, but your monthly travel card won’t cover that.

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    Green Park station, aka The Never Ending Story in tunnel form. Image: Matt Buck 

    7. Eat bagels in evening dress on Hackney Road.

    If you’ve walked past any new housing developments in east London recently, you might have seen billboards promoting activities that your average Londoner would never do.  I mean perhaps people eat bagels in evening wear in, like, Notting Hill, but in Hackney, this doesn’t really tally with the current vision of casually dressed hungover people in pyjamas eating kebabs at 10am on a Sunday. But hey, don’t let that reality get in the way of your terrible marketing campaign, Mettle and Poise.

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    8. Spend the day staring at the inside of a hat.

    Again: people on Kingsland High Street don’t tend to spend much time gazing at the inside of their flatcaps, despite what Time Out might have you think. But with the arrival of these new £500k one-bed flats, clearly all that is set to change.

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    9. Sit on the pavement on Kingsland Road.

    Seriously, are you nuts? Trust me, Dalston Curve, you don’t want to advertise this behaviour. Stand up, woman. You’ll get kebab on your coat.

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    why is she sitting on the floor

     

    10. Queue for an escalator.

    Big shout out to TFL staff member Leon at Brixton tube station. He was on a one-man morning motivational mission to get commuters to walk down the one working escalator for the last seven months while disastrous queue-forming repairs were carried out. Your local community salutes you, sir.  tfl social shamer tube man brixton hero tube man brixton believe tube tweet brixton

    11. Ask people who don’t live in Battersea to come to Battersea.

    No one knows where it is, and no one can get there except for you. Abandon ship. journey to battersea

    12. Pay £75 for Secret Cinema 

    Look, no one’s saying you shouldn’t go to these excellent immersive cinematic events. You totally should. What I’m saying is for gods sake, let’s just make it a nice round £100 per person and be done with it. In other news, still tickets left, guys. star wars secret cinema

    13. Get involved with the “PR stunt of the day”

    “We’re building a rainbow out of television screens on the Southbank to celebrate National Banana Day and new shiny technology, we’d love you to be part of the magic! There’s something for everyone!”  pr-stunt-of-the-day

    And finally…

    14.  Stand on the top deck.

    Hell hath no fury like the “No standing on the UPPER DECK or STAIRS PLEASE” announcement. It’s a folly reserved for Tube Strike refugees and tourists. Although, as everyone knows, there is a way round it.

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    So there we have it.

    If I’ve missed anything crucial, let me know. Otherwise, as you were, London. You may get on with your day.

  • This is What Happens When You Get a Night Bus in London

    This is What Happens When You Get a Night Bus in London

    Let’s talk about night buses.

    For the uninitiated, night buses are pretty much how everyone under 35 gets home after 12am.

    It’s well documented that people over that age don’t leave the house after dark, or if they do, and by some huge critical error they miss the last tube, they’ll pretty much only travel in a black limousine or Uber XL and that’s just how it is.

    The truth is they’re missing out, because night buses are a London institution.

    A world unto themselves, everyone’s got a night bus story because they have the potential to be either the very worst or very best thing you’ve ever encountered at 3am, depending on:

    1) how much you’ve had to drink

    2) whether the person sitting next to you is awake, asleep, vomiting, singing, or trying to chat you up

    3) whether you fancy them 

    Case in point, my mates Beth and Alf actually met while waiting for a night bus in Dalston. Three years on from that blissful journey they can now hold up their very own baby human as proof that the 243 to Waterloo can successfully get you home and help you tick off some life goals at the same time.

    So quite frankly, cheers to that.

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    It wasn’t always like this though.

    If you’re the rare type of Londoner who once lived in the north west area of Zone 5 before moving more centrally, perhaps you too can relate to a time when night buses were absolutely not the first resort.

    They were the very ultimate last resort, and for good reason.

    (Knives)

    Back then, nights out in London always involved going somewhere a bit crap because you didn’t know anywhere better than Storm in Leicester Square, or Jewel in Piccadilly Circus, or even worse, Cargo in Shoreditch, but on top of that you’d always have the massive hassle of getting home to suburbia, via either

    1) The Last Tube

    = night spent in a state of low level anxiety, alternating between power-drinking, obsessive time checking, and attempting to calculate whether you could have one more vodka before catching two tubes and the last Metropolitan line train from Baker Street at 11:54.

    2) The First Tube

    = brilliant idea at 2am; becomes markedly less brilliant when the club shut at 4am, leaving you and your waning enthusiasm outside Farringdon station in the cold for a two hours before boarding what would inevitably be a Sunday rail replacement bus service back to the sticks.

    3) Cab

    = half an hour of running up and down High Holborn trying to locate a black Vauxhall Zafira before your phone battery gave out, then sinking into a Magic FM induced coma on the A40 clutching a box of cold chips you weren’t allowed to eat.

    And if all those failed, then there was always one final choice:

    4) The N18

    = two hour bus journey through the bowels of North West London.

    Choose this, and you’ve basically opted to spend 45 minutes searching the sky for Nelson’s Column – the drunk Londoner’s compass point in the days before the Shard  – and making your way to Trafalgar Square ready to commence a two hour hell-traverse through Stonebridge, Harlesden, Sudbury, Wembley and Harrow on the Hill.

    In short, no one would choose that.

    No one.

    Trafalgar Square N18 night bus
    Photo: Nico Hogg (Flickr)

    But once you live in central London it’s a different ballgame. 

    Journeys are shorter; more convenient.

    Play your cards right and a night bus will get you home, or at least to the next bar, with a new group of temporary party mates.

    Besides, as anyone in east London will tell you, you haven’t really lived until you’ve got a story about that time the entire top deck of the N76 erupted into a Disney singalong led by a man known by his friends as “Pesky Dave”.

    But in all the journeys home on the local night bus, none have ever come close to what I’m about to show you.

    Because a few weeks ago, I shared my night bus home with this.

    dog rabbits night bus she loves london

    I can’t remember if this photo was before or after the dog chased the rabbit around the bottom deck of the bus at full speed, darting under seats and generally running amok.

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    All I know is that the moment this dog and that rabbit got on the same seat will remain etched in my memory forever.

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    See? What did I tell you:

    Night bus + Life goals = Complete.

    Seen something better? Tell me immediately. I need to know. 

  • Here are Some Better Ways for TfL to Save Money Instead of Making Buses Cash Free

    Here are Some Better Ways for TfL to Save Money Instead of Making Buses Cash Free

    As of today, you can no longer pay with cash on London’s buses.

    Lots of people aren’t very happy about it, and as someone who manages to lose between 5-8 Oyster cards a year, I also fall into the group of those who would rather be able to pay £2.20 than beg, plead and weep at a bus driver to let me on so I can get home at 3am on a Saturday morning.

    If you think it’s a stupid idea too then I’d encourage you to read this blog post or maybe this one, not because it’ll make a blind bit of difference when you’re stranded on Waterloo Bridge without any Oyster credit or a contactless payment card, but because nodding at your screen in an indignant way while imagining hypothetical bus payment scenarios which may or may not happen might make you feel a bit better in the short term.

    Apparently the whole cashless buses thing happened so that TFL could save some money, and while that is largely agreed to be horse twaddle, it’s been a quiet weekend so I’ve been giving it some thought anyway.

    Here are some other things they might like to consider to save money and improve London’s buses.

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    1. Make windows that open.

    Boris sorted out all these new buses which was good of him – thanks, B. Can I call you B? – but on a sunny afternoon they’re like being stuck in a tropical fish tank without the pleasing coolness of water, and instead of cute little terrapins snapping at your fingers you get a conductor yelling “MOVE DOWN INSIDE THE BUS PLEASE, RIGHT DOWN, GO ON, MOVE”.

    The air con must be expensive to run on full blast all day, so TFL could save lots of pounds by introducing ventilation in the shape of “windows” that “open” thus allowing a “breeze” to flow through. Think about it. You know, like the Victorians did.

    2. Sensors on doors.

    Save thousands in passenger injury compensation claims by putting sensors on the doors to prevent them closing when there is something in the way. Like a person. Either that, or ask your drivers to stop shutting doors actually on people’s faces.

    And by “people’s faces” I mean “my face” because it’s happened twice now and I’m about to take it personally.

    3. Allow passengers to get on the bus.

    By training drivers to recognise well known signs such as “hand held out onto road”, “waving hand” and “polite smiley girl tapping on door when bus is stationary at a red light and hasn’t yet left the stop”, you could increase on people actually getting on the bus and paying for a journey.

    4. Save paper by not throwing people off the bus.

    When any other service in the world runs late, the attitude is very much “oh my god, so sorry, let me make sure you reach your destination now the traffic has cleared.” Not so on a bus, where after keeping you on board in stationary traffic for half an hour, they simply terminate early and drop you off wherever so they can catch up on their schedule, thus making you even later and wasting precious ££ on paper for “transfer vouchers”.

    Solution? Don’t do that. Get people to where they need to be. Save paper. Save the WORLD.

    5. Bus loyalty card.

    Introduce guaranteed boarding for regulars to stop the fair weather cyclists nicking all the seats when it rains. I’d totally pay 30p for that. Or someone would, anyway.

    6. Offer seat reservations.

    Because now there are not one but two different ways to get onto the top deck of the 38 bus, the race for a seat has never been more tactical or fierce. Get some reservations on that shiz. Like Eurostar.

    7. Sell earplugs.

    Available for purchase from the conductor at the back, and particularly useful in the morning when fellow passengers are failing to respect the “no talking on your phone before 9am” rule that I made up just now.

    8.  Let people pay cash for their bus trip.

    Because otherwise when they’ve lost their Oyster card for the 18th time that month and all the ticket selling places are shut, and you can’t activate the money you just topped up with online because the tube stations are closed, and it takes 24 hours and you want to go home now, you won’t get any money at all. You’ll just get me. Crying. All the way to Dalston. On foot. And no one wants that.

    If you have any additional money saving ideas for TfL, put them in a survey and send them over here so that I can put them in the bin. Thanks.

    Image: κύριαsity via Flickr