On The Top Deck.

To a tinny, almost hypnotic soundtrack of bland iPhone soul; with every crack and hole in the road amplified by the sensitive suspension, the bus ride home felt like a channel ferry crossing in an Atlantic storm - complete with bilgewater slopping around under the seats and around my shoes every time the drive applied the brakes with the sudden verve of a stunt driver.

It's at time like this I really miss my bicycle, even in the driving rain.