| And now for some autobiography. Sort of... This is me, in my school uniform, admiring a double-decker London bus. Some of the details are right, some of them are wrong- and facts have been telescoped as happens with far memory and in dreams. But the feel of it is right. This is Croydon c 1960 on a misty winter's day- of which there were many. I can all but smell the frostiness and the smoke from the coal fires I should be wearing shorts, but that's alright because I hate shorts. It's odd that the bus should be driverless. But I love how the sign on the left says "BLOG" ![]() | |
