It’s been almost four years to the day since I was trundling pointlessly around on London’s buses and here I am, the wrong side of 40 with an extra child and no closer to paying off a terrifying mortgage.
*wipes dust, taps mic* Hello? Is this thing still on? Ahem, right, well here we are. How are you? It’s been a while. I have some news. I’m going back on the buses. Tomorrow, in fact. April 19. My last bus report was April 27, 2012 and now […]
It’s been a while. Anyone who follows me on twitter will have witnessed my wobble today. I pondered quitting this blog. The idea of it lying dormant for weeks as I struggled to find the time to get out on the buses has been troubling me. There is […]
There are far bleaker places in London, but perhaps because they’re so obviously bleak my expectations are met. Streatham just leaves me cold.
It’s very fashionable at the moment to be disparaging about the Olympics.
When I was eight I spent an entire summer writing down the number-plates of all the cars parked in our small tourist town on the Norfolk coast.
Route 243 (83 minutes)
Oh look, the sun’s out, it’s the official first day of spring and Ben’s back on a bus. What a coincidence.