A friend is staying with us right now. He’s been in spain for a few months and today went out and about on the buses. His last journey was from Bermondsey to Sydenham, first in a number 12, then a 185 (in the abscence of a 176, for any london bus geeks). IN slow-moving traffic two “youths” began attacking the bus with iron bars. The driver doesn’t flinch, carries on. Later the bus is pelted from a bridge with eggs.
I don’t do buses, but it would appear likely that this is a reasonably regular occurence. Perhaps a new urban pastime directed against something big, red, and regular, and that involves virtually no risk of retribution.
