Bus rage

From Time Out's Big Smoke : I am locked into an abusive relationship with the No 68 bus. It treats me abominably, I decry its existence, weep, wail and throw things at walls, but no matter how badly it behaves, still I go back for more. The 68 has found many ways to treat me shabbily. Most commonly, it will take ages to arrive and then halt, groaningly full, at the bus stop, spit out half-a-dozen passengers without letting anybody on for balance, and bugger off forthwith up Herne Hill. At other times, the driver won't stop at all because there is already a 468 at the stop taking in passengers – even though the 468 only goes as far as Elephant and some of us are hoping to travel further than that. Today, I'm hoping to travel further than that too. Like certain City bankers, I plan to leave the country. Unlike them, I'll be back - on Monday. Have a London weekend.