I sure do love me some people watching. Yesterday on the bus, I saw a man in a suit standing outside a W. H. Smith's in his socks, holding his dress shoes in his hands. Why? I had no idea. But I sure was intrigued.
My mom has a paranoid fear of the top deck of buses. She's convinced that the top is the first to go in any accident, terrorist attack or act of God (to be fair, her concerns are supported by some newsworthy evidence). But I can't do my people watching from the bottom deck. Besides, it smells down there.
With that said ... a few observations from yesterday:
My mom may be convinced that I'll be the first to go during a terrorist attack, but I'm more concerned about those branches that really stick out and hit the bus as it pulls up to a stop. Every time I hear them scrape by, I instinctively duck a little. Hey - it's not like it hasn't happened before.
Another reason why I love taking the bus is because it passes Selfridges, London's other most famous department store (once you escape the Knightsbridge nightmares of Harvey Nichols and Harrods and the I'm-too-cool-and-far-too-expensive-for-you-dear charms Liberty. Now, I love Selfridges. There's no doubt about that. But what I love more than the store itself are its window displays. Christmas time is the best but the displays are frequently rotated. At the moment, they're displaying sculptures by the Brighton-based artist Kyle Bean and you can see the rest of the windows here.
Unfortunately, I was getting increasingly close to being late to work, with the buses backed-up all the way from Oxford to Regent Street, so I hopped off near Oxford Circus and ventured underground. Bo-ring.
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