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This was a great read! I've tried to read Austen before, but found myself unable to appreciate the prose - maybe I should get back to reading her work, since this post was so good.
"And then dear reader, I married a bus"
Or was that some similar book?
One day last week I was on a bus waiting to depart from the bus station, when a passenger boarded and greeted the driver with "good morning, trusty coachman."
Methinks that you became somewhat intoxicated by that fresh and sweet Surrey air, as you prematurely ended up your Sylvian journey.
Pay me the compliment of believing what I say... really enjoyed this blog post, DG.
This was a truly enjoyable post for never have I so enjoyed the erudite description of inconsequent nothingness to the extent where, despite the total triviality of the delightful vignette on ordinary life, I wished the ramblings would forever continue.
Methinks we have another budding author in our midst.
"one half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other."

Another recent post about phone boxes leaps to mind.
In East Germany it was not uncommon for uniformed officers to board buses on their way to work. One hopes this never occurs in the lanes of Chessington, else all the eligible ladies in the saloon would fall into a swoon, causing severe service disruption.
I often see a similarly evocatively named destination blind: World's End, Chelsea (or maybe the reverse). Which I understand is actually the name of a pub, and is also referenced in at least one film title (though the titulur pub was not the one actually filmed).
Brilliant stuff.
Wonderfully entertaining.
Personally I feel neither happy nor respectable until I have enjoyed the lively talents of our esteemed writer and his regular correspondents.
I also find it incomprehensible that a woman should ever refuse an offer of a bus trip. A man always imagines a woman to be ready for any bus.

And reading this on my commute home on an electric express bus in Hanoi I do find myself wondering what DG, or even Jane Austen, would make of the journey.
Surrealism reaches new heights as a bus to Mansfield Park tears round a corner in Kingston Town Centre.

An added touch would have been if, rather than being the K4, the bus had been the K2.
This is superb. Thanks DG.
A splendid tale, dear Mr Geezer, but, forsooth, may I take slight issue with your mention of 'Kingston, in the former fine county of Surrey'. It is my impression, viewed now from afar, that the county remains fine to this day - perhaps, one might reflect, all the finer having been relieved of responsibility for the likes of Sutton, which is known to all men as boring. So I humbly petition you, dear sir, to refer to 'Kingston, formerly in the fine county of Surrey'. Your obedient servant, Peter.
Excellent. I have never read Jane Austen but will have to now. Could you do Joseph Conrad (Secret Agent) next? Or Evelyn Waugh? When I recommend DG Blog to others, I have never mentioned the literary pastiches that might be found within. More please.
Bravo!!
A brilliant piece of writing!
Oh that my exam texts had been like this, a pass in English Lit might have been more forthcoming!
Great stuff.

There's an actual Mansfield Park in Chingford.
Very good.I hope there's some other literary escapades coming up.
I know the site of the old Kingston Hospital was the old workhouse - but that's a bit more Dickens I feel :-)
Lovely
Thank you, DG, that was a brilliant combination of two of my favourite writers.
It may be a bit early but I will risk taking the opportunity to wish you a very happy Christmas and all the best for many new years, and to thank you, as always, for another year of excellent reading.
And cheers to the regular commenters who add to the joy of the thing.
Nedd
Great read, full of character and wit.
Looking forward to your trip to London Fields in the style of Martin Amis. Maybe it's already happened and I missed it.










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