Intuition. "I was keeping an eye on this baby and I was hoping that baby was going to be all right. So when the driver put his foot down hard I saw the baby about to fly, and I grabbed that baby. The mind is saying something and your heart is saying something else so you do what your mind is saying and you are prepared. It happened naturally." Margery | Conductor | August 15, 2003.

Paranoia. At the stop near to Get Stuffed a man sitting on the bench seat started having a fit at a man standing over him, "don't point that mobile at me d'you think I wanna get cancer, you're gonna give me cancer pointing that thing at me" (strong scottish accent, wild and staring eyes, paranoid sounding). The man behind me joked to his wife, "you could start a scare that way." Posted by: Harriet | October 4, 2003 01:17 AM. Tottenham Court Road to Newington Green.

The Photo .A woman boarded the bus having run down the street for it. She had her handbag in one hand and a colour photo in the other. She fell onto the bench seat, thrust the photo at the conductor and breathlessly said.
‘Can you tell me where this building is? I have absolutely no idea.’
The Conductor looked at it.
‘It’s not far.’
‘Will you tell me when we get there. I’m so late.’ Posted by: Kat | November 8, 2003. Oxford Street to Stoke Newington.

A sick bus. The bus shudders violently as it brakes. On top of that the brakes are squealing too. All the bench passengers look painfully at each other and the conductor who shrugs and says with a smile,
“She’s running a bit rough today.”
”We need a bus doctor.” A passenger says.
“Just as longs as it gets me to Victoria.”
“She’ll get us to Victoria but it might well conk out there.” Posted by: Kat | August 28, 2003. Newington Green.