Another FMOTB on the bus of dreams
Today the whole city laboured under yet another Tube strike. For the regular bus traveller like me, this normally doesn’t cause too much inconvenience. The bus is generally a bit […]
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Labour of love
Gonna withdraw my labour of love Gonna strike for the right to get into your cold heart Ain’t gonna work for you no more Ain’t gonna work for you no […]
Pockets of joy
Earlier this week I wrote about Monday being pseudo-scientifically the unhappiest day of the year. But this week has actually been filled with little pockets of gladness. I’ve been taking […]
Christmas carols with a twist
Sometimes I do wonder about myself and why I volunteer to get myself into ridiculous situations. Need someone to do something slightly silly or potentially humiliating in public? I’m there, […]
What goes around comes around
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a […]
12: the evangelist of the number 63 bus
I’ve mentioned before that I’m taking the bus these days instead of the Tube before. It’s quiet in the office at the moment so I’m leaving dead on 5.30, which […]
17: treasure hunting
It’s easy to forget, living in a city where everyone maintains strict control over their personal space, no one makes eye contact if they can help it, and you definitely, […]
18: 73, 9, RV1, 35, 337…
…or Kings Cross to Oxford Street, Piccadilly to Aldwych, Waterloo Bridge to London Bridge, Borough to Clapham Junction, East Sheen to Clapham Common – these were the buses and the […]
19: rain, rain, rain, rain
Apparently a month’s worth of rain fell in a day today. Straight down from the clouds at ninety degrees to the pavement rain, that flooded our over-concreted streets and created […]
21: thud
‘And then I woke up, and it had all been a dream.’ When I was at school, we used to get told off for finishing stories off by making out […]
