Stories from south London  

Bus travel in South London : Stories from the city over the water.

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Day time: Cyborgs dream of the P13 – On the buses with a online fan of one of South London’s most meandering routes. The last of the gang to die: The fate of the last of the Shooter’s Hill dandy highway and why we should be kinder in our dealings with others as it may become too late to fix things. Liebe Astrid : A tale of exile near Coldharbour Lane. White man on the Clapham Omnibus: He never thought it would happen to him on bus that runs through Clapham. I thought we was fam : It’s not easy for young hearts to run free in the “roaring 20s”. The tale of the Raven and of the Kat: Hollywood glamour and foreign nobility on the banks of the Ravensbourne. Fruit and nuts: Sex and drugs and rock and roll and picking fruit by the River Pool.  Asylum roads and friendly streets: One woman’s search for love, meaning and political correctness on the way to Lewisham. Sound of the suburbs: Bus travel through some South London suburbs as a mindfulness technique. Commodore of the Pepys Estate: A retired pirate gains a national treasure money cannot buy. Having a bubble: London is a mirror in all things and we see things differently depending on which side of the looking glass we are on.

 

Night time:  Keep smiling through:  Adults tell children there are no monsters, most of the time this true, but not always. Bank Holiday Weekend:  Revenge can be a dish served damp and windy. Sung by the neck: Not all buskers are quite what they seem, not all buses either come to that. Lad who walked alone: They’ve shut the sex sauna and made the area la di da and things ain’t what they used to be. Gold for big Ben: A journalist finds himself well and truly sucker punched in this sporting comeback tale. Karlene at the crossroads: The top of Streatham Hill provides the solution for all of life’s problems for one bus traveler. A year from the provinces: The sun glinted off the top floors as Maria and I turned to face each other. We weaved and curved through Borough towards London Bridge then over the water to Liverpool Street and further out to Essex, far away from SE17 and the strangeness it contained. The liberty bus: The cats are there for a reason but what are they protecting us from? Jeux sans frontier:  A tale of cruelty and hidden treasure on the banks of the Old Surrey Canal. Slouching towards Balham High Street: The Priory brooded over the West Streatham woods like a ruined pimp. The Heavens over Mortlake: A chef finds that the doors of perception can be opened using an Oyster Card.

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