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There was a Korean Elvis impersonator with an American "from LA", dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.

Loving London Life

Arrived at Stansted airport at 10.50pm last night: huge queue for passport control, long wait for bags – well this is the budget airport, so you can’t really complain. Outside was a fair attempt at a setting for a Sherlock Holmes movie – a thick yellow fog that quickly deposited a greasy film over your face.

Just caught the 11.59 Stansted “Express”, which should have just connected me to the Victoria Tube (Underground) line before it does its the usual half-after-midnight shutdown (when IS Ken Livingstone going to do something about this?), had it not sat for 15 minutes or so in the middle of nowhere. (No idea why – the driver did make an announcement, but it was unintelligible).

So, to the joys of the N73 night bus, to be caught from the middle of a dodgy industrial estate at Tottenham Hale. But yes, it was a joy.

First, there was the Korean Elvis impersonator, with, if not in a biblical sense – although not for want of his trying – the American “from LA”, dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. (Not a look I’d recommend, overall if you’re over 40 and have a really bad blonde dye job.)

Then, there was the sailor from Plymouth who sat beside me and tried to chat, but whose muscle control was so far gone that at each stop he slowly slid from view along the mixture of chewing gum and general grime on the seat, ending up crouched on his haunches, swaying gently, but politely trying very hard not to brush against me.

Then there was the sober soldier-boy (had to be with that haircut), grimly hanging on to his temper after copping an elbow to the head from a drunk who really didn’t look like he should be able to stand, and the bloke who’d fancied his chances for the evening, until his “date” had caught a nightbus 40 minutes in the wrong direction, so now they were heading, he hoped, on the route to her bedroom. Whether she intended the mistake I don’t know – a 50/50. But certainly his ardour was cooling by the minute.

The woman behind me who’d said in an ominous tone “I feel sick” didn’t throw up, so it was a successful return to the old home town. And I was reminded why I love living here – all of life is at your side, if not in your lap.

About Natalie Bennett

Natalie blogs at Philobiblon, on books, history and all things feminist. In her public life she's the leader of the Green Party of England and Wales.

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