The dog. A dog boards, followed by a man. They are connected by a harness. The man does not look around. He looks up and to the right somewhere, at nothing. But that's the thing, he's staring precisely at nothing. And the dog looks at no one. Strange, because that's what dogs do in crowded spaces; they look at everyone. But this one just moves forward, as if going to work, but with fewer worries. Posted by: Kris | Researcher | July 17, 2003.

Sleepy child. I try to keep my son awake. He’s worn out from a hard morning’s play at the indoor playground. If he falls asleep I’ll have to carry him off the bus and manage his sister in her pushchair. His eyelids are struggling. “Keep those eyes open, Tom”. Another passenger helps by talking to him.
Just five more minutes. We reach Angel and he’s still awake. He jumps off the bus, full of energy. Posted by: Richard | Lawyer | June 22, 2003. Newington Green to Angel.

Fight. While on the bus last night, going down Gower Street, these two guys got on the bus, who had obviously been drinking and were very loud. They were jumping around on the platform, so the conductor, a young Scottish bloke, told them to take their seats. And so they did. But one of the guys started muttering to his mate, "I'm gonna kick that conductor's fucking head in!". Just when I and other passengers started fearing for the conductor, the conductor started taking off his machine and asking the abusive passenger, "You want tae fucking go ahead?", and to much of my suprise, the conductor starting scrapping with him on the floor, the conductor getting the better hand, picked up the abusive passenger up by the back of his jumper, dragged him to the platform and physically threw him head first off the bus. I was in total shock, but it was good to see a conductor beating the abusive passenger up, rather than the other way around, for once. Posted by: jason chann | April 19, 2004 02:49 AM

Shopping bags. I jumped onto the 73 on Oxford Street. It was packed but I managed to squeeze onto a bench seat. Because the conductor prevented people from riding on the platform and it was so full, people were crammed in the aisles, trying not to fall over those who were seated.
A woman in front of me had been shopping at John Lewis. She had three huge bags filled with a quilt and pillows. She seemed unaware or didn't care that the bags pushed into my face and the two people beside me. It was surreal to have white soft plastic completely fill my visual and physical space every time the bus lurched. Posted by: kat | Sept 3, 2003 | Oxford Street