Cruising through the suburbs on a bright and sunny Summer’s morning with MP3 player providing a veritable musical backdrop. Seated at the very back of the top deck of a London bus . This is a very nice thing to enjoy. Especially when it’s the number 79 bus. ‘Tis one of the most gratifying things about city living.
The only thing unkind about this most idyllic and tranquil of settings are the sometimes-illegible messages of fellow urbanites – either scratched into the windows, or permanently marked on the upholstery of the seat in front. And I often wish for them to be illegible – but sometimes they are not.
These are the most unkind – as they consume too many precious brain cycles. Unwanted distractions.