On the London Bus Ride
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Buses run around the whole of the UK and, indeed, the greater part of the world. Yet I am reasonably certain that nowhere, and definitely in no part of the UK (I speak as a sort of very sad connoisseur), will you find a more bizarre or more eye-opening bus ride than in London. You can try suffocating in the tube, scowling at all the other speed-freaks living too much of a jet-set, fast-paced lifestyle to get a less suffocate-y form of transport; you could consider hiring a cab and suffering the extreme neck pains associated with trying to look down your nose at pedestrians from a foot or two below their head-height; you could even pay the small price to hire out a ‘Boris-Bike’ and flash your throbbing I’m-a-salad-eater thighs at the world whilst sweating round endless streams of scornful traffic. You will never, however, find a better form of transport for seeing the real London and understanding what a bizarre creature she truly is. The London bus ride is the only way to really see the city.
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