bus 73
This is a blog dedicated to the good old bus 73; it seems that one can blog about anything these days. I used to take 73 a lot, during the days of turmoil when I was working on my thesis. The red vehicle carried me back and forth between James Lighthill House and UCL. One of my daydreaming bus journeys on those fine, relaxing summer days, (the atmosphere in sharp contrast to my busy pseudo-scholarly mind), I secretly hoped that a transportation means of some sort will run me over--severe enough to halt my writing, but mild enough to recover and therefore qualify for an extension. Hehe... Nope, that did not happen! (Knock wood.) Today, I occasionally hop onto 73 if I'm exceedingly lazy and don't want to walk to the BL. On a different note, I spotted that mother-and-son research team again on 29. I don't know if they recognise me, but I certainly remember the pair of sad figures. Two years ago the son, possibly in his early 30s, asked me to keep an eye on his books at the Senate House library cos his mum and him are going out for a bite. Now they are STILL in the same library on the same floor studying English lit., with their faces looking as spiritless as ever. Does this include me as well?