2. The Travel Home
Ah night buses. Over the past 6 years of living in London, I have had too many hours of my life spent on a night bus, or 'tramp wagon' if you will. I have fallen asleep and woken up 8 miles from my house. I have been mugged. i have been caught fare dodging. And I hate every second I spend on a night bus. But after a shift at the bar, it's the only way I can get home. And I have to get TWO of them! Yes I could get a cab, but that would cost around £30 and then that's a lot of my wage gone in one journey. So I suck it up, board the night bus and hope against hope that Outdoors Steve doesn't bother me this night. Night Buses are popular amongst the homeless community for their obvious benefits of a roof and seats, as opposed to the doorways and bins they often use. So every time I go home I find myself surrounded by vagrants and the smell is quite something. It's like my nostrils are being brutally beaten by an army of faecal matter. Which I suppose they are in a way. And it would be fine if weren't put in a bad mood by...