So the Northern Line is a disaster, it's taking me two hours to get home from work and yesterday it rained while all this was happening, but still some things in life amuse. Last night I got the rail replacement bus service from Bounds Green to Finchley Central, the bus was quite distinctive in that it was dark blue, in contrast to all the red buses in London, had the number 803 which, to my knowledge, is not a bus journey that exists in North London, and was the oldest bus I've been on this century. As we came up Ballard's Lane there was a woman standing at one of the bus stops talking to, I assume, a friend - she saw the bus coming and obviously started saying good bye and then walked out into the road (why that's stupid, I'll get onto another time) and signalled at this dark blue, number 803 bus. We stopped at the lights which gave her the opportunity to walk right up to us and start tapping on the door with an increasingly frustrated look on her face. This look was nothing compared to the one when the bus driver, continuing to ignore her, drove off as the lights change and we were treated to a few quite blatant gestures. Now I found all this quite amusing, this woman obviously doesn't care where the bus came from or where it might be going to but was still mightly offended that it didn't stop and pick her up. Given the amount of attention she pays to what buses look like I wonder if she lives her life in constant confusion because every bus she gets on seems to take her to a different place?
