please empty your brain below |
I realise this is giving away more than I should, but I was a child living in Golders Green when the Routemaster began its iconic existence, and I HATED it. It wasn't as familiar or cosy as the previous model, and it was noisy, uncomfortable, and extremely jerky. How it has become the beloved that it is today, I cannot understand. Now trolley buses..... |
*thunk* (the sound of my head hitting the desk after falling asleep... it's just a bus!) (I may be deliberately trying to provoke with that last sentence) (I don't know why I'm typing in parenthesis) |
Quite right, Gordon, but you're a brave man to say it's just a bus. The only form of public transport I've ever felt sentimental about was a 2-carriage train on an obscure Sussex branch line - not an enthusiasts' train but a genuine British Rail route of the 1950s. It looked like an Edwardian drawing room - carpeted, with dark red plush seats arranged round the sides of the carriage all facing inwards, lots of polished wood, and velvety curtains with gold tassels. Such style! |
Oh I am not alone. I lived in London for six years before I ever rode on a Routemaster, after that I had another three year wait. Wasn't impressed by it at all. |
Did three come at once after that? |
I'm sure there's a group about bus drivers and group sex to be had from that... |
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