343 3:30

Me and a bus load of crazed school girls are riding the 343 from Nunhead to New Cross Gate. I'm downstairs with the olds and their shopping trolleys. They're upstairs going wild on the top deck, throwing each other's bags around and screaming out the window at the passing talent. Particularly a slightly older boy (probably a sixth former) in a black uniform with a natty (to steal a word from my ma's old lingo) spiked hoxton fin do. "OI sexy, love your hair" screeched from the gap in the window, squeals of laughter. Boy turns and looks up at the horde and smiles, more squeals of laughter. Me, I'm glad to get out of there with my eardrums intact.