Night Bus at Christmas
Yesterday I had the best night bus experience - I caught the N38 from Charing Cross Road after the TW Christmas party, and there were (as usual) quite a few people on the inebriated side. In particular a couple of rather jolly lesbians who were trying to gee up the bus - which was packed as usual. Anyway, they started up a banter with another inebriated gentleman on the bus, and before long they had started singing Christmas Carols. And then the rest of the bus joined in. And we sang progressively sillier versions all the way back to Balls Pond Road.
I think my favourite was Partridge in a Pear Tree, which no-one could remember the words to, so it ended up going something like:
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Five go-old rings,
Four na na na na
Three na na na na
Two na na na na
And a Partridge in a pear tree
It was very cool. Sometimes I do love London.