I used to be able to hop onto a vintage Route Master Bus to get home. They were lovely and cool in the summer, but nice and toasty in the winter.
Look how handsome they are! They were such a gorgeously old fashioned, yet convenient, means of transport. Plus you could hop on or off when they were stopped at the lights.
Now I have to catch a horrid articulated bus, whose only saving grace is having 3 doors. These are ok-ish in the winter because they are warm, but in the summer they are hideous.
They get overcrowded because there is no conductor to keep control. and the driver is too busy trying to negotiate London traffic to keep monitoring the passengers.
More importantly the windows don't open very far. Yuck. Can we have some air please?
Check out the amount of yellow involved. It's so jarring first thing in the morning. (Please note, the picture to the right is of a virtually empty bus. I got on at the very first stop, and was so struck by the emptiness I had to record it for posterity)
So picture it: it's been a long day and you're finally in your way home. The bus is jammed full of people, horribly hot & stuck in a traffic jam. The only seat you could get is facing backwards, next to a man who hasn't washed in about a month and is talking to himself. The only good thing in that situation is when you spot a celeb on that very bus. This evening it happened that I was on the same bus as Miss Tiffany Graves, star of the West End and a thoroughly nice lady.