My first job in London was running the SU bar at the LSE.
I finished late and got the N8 nightbus home.
One night I must have nodded off.
I woke up, curled up snugly on the top deck at 8am Saturday morning. Had a great night's sleep.
I wandered down the stairs of the bus and stepped out into a large garage with mechanics walking about whistling.
I staggered out into the sunshine, blinking, and spotted a cafe over the road next to a shop called "Romford Hardware".
Oh shitty bollocks, I said to myself, and went into the cafe and said "Egg sausage chips beans toast coffee and where am I please"?
I was in Romford, 14 miles out of London.
The next week I bought a hybrid and started cycling and like the chap who broke his neck I never looked back.
I finished late and got the N8 nightbus home.
One night I must have nodded off.
I woke up, curled up snugly on the top deck at 8am Saturday morning. Had a great night's sleep.
I wandered down the stairs of the bus and stepped out into a large garage with mechanics walking about whistling.
I staggered out into the sunshine, blinking, and spotted a cafe over the road next to a shop called "Romford Hardware".
Oh shitty bollocks, I said to myself, and went into the cafe and said "Egg sausage chips beans toast coffee and where am I please"?
I was in Romford, 14 miles out of London.
The next week I bought a hybrid and started cycling and like the chap who broke his neck I never looked back.