This logo should be changed into a mythological creature of the London Transport system..
Standing at the bus stop bombarded by snow, rain and wind, I can then look up and say a lil prayer to a new Deity of hope: Please let the bus come on time... Eyes fixed on the road ahead as it takes a sharp curve, tracing any glimmer of scarlet red, or the salvation of glowing yellow digits. Yet nothing. The London Transport slogan should read: Have faith it will come. After 40 minutes there’s no need for hope or faith, a lost soul now bitter with anger, spitting, swearing and cursing in the blistering winter air. Still, waiting, for the sight of those illusive letters
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The world will know the rage of one pissed off man, when that bus finally appears the driver will be strangled and finally I will have my sweet revenge. Then, a mummer, a rumble and the N171 swings round the corner and comes to a gentle stop, a purring hiss just before the doors swing open.
I board as always,
pay my £1.20 and sit down with my sanity back in tack.