In the late 1990s, I used to
live in London’s Stoke Newington, when the old Routemaster buses were still the
best and quickest way to get about town. On Friday nights, the Number 73 was
always the party bus – where strangers and familiar faces with unknown names
used to relax and chat, or even sing-a-long together on their late night,
communal ride home. I also used to hop on the Number 38 sometimes, which was
always entertaining whenever Duke Bassie was the on-board bus conductor. Those
were happy days for sure.