On the day:
11/12/2012
On the way:
Almost it never ever happens.
You run for a bus you have no chance of catching, panting a prayer to Saint Jude, steam puffed and blown like incense smoke into the icy morning air. And just as your stride slows in defeat, you realise a second bus is on patrol directly behind it - like police officers, someone must have been waiting a long time for one - tapping you on the shoulder and saying "'Allo, 'allo, 'allo. Whered'you think you're going?"
Then, "Oh, Lewisham station. Well come on, then." Which is less scary.
And the race is on, the buses taking on and overtaking at stops. Who needs Formula 1? This competition runs five days a week, all year round.
Just a few stops to go, and we're holding on to the lead...
On the pod:The Fallen - Franz Ferdinand
On the front page:
Winehouse ex 'raped friend twice' (Metro)
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