by James McGrath
It seems like I have been riding some form of public transport all my life. Many of my earliest memories are of taking the shaky old lift (that’s an elevator for you Americans) at Wapping Underground Station, down to a very old, dark and damp platform to pick up the East London Line to Whitechapel. The glow of the train’s lights coming down the tunnel still gives me a tingle of excitement when I think about it all these years later. I even had a nightmare once that I got stuck in that lift. But don’t think all my experiences on public transport have induced nightmares. Many have been the stuff that dreams are made of. Continue reading What You Missed While I Was Riding the Bus