The bus to perdition.
It is time North Woolwich be returned to the lands of its fathers.
How did we get here, we denizens of the bejewelled boroughs?
The Bull is your reward for reaching the top, even if you came by bus.
If you’re able to wander to some public land, open a tinnie, spark a fat one and wonder, ‘Why me?’…
You’ve got a rare chance to escape in the dark, or even take a nap. Plus you get a rest from chat while someone else does all the work.
We toured the foundations of the North London giant. ‘South London giant,’ Roxy insisted.
Like most things, it’s all Henry VIII’s fault.