One Night. One Hundred Buses.
You may have noticed that I wasn't around much last week. There was speculation that this was because I was having a moustache transplant. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was actually looking at bus timetables and playing with my stopwatch. I can't go into too many details, but next year, probably in April, I will be attempting to catch 100 London buses. In one night. Just to get home. Call me intuitive, but you are probably wondering why? This is the bit I can't tell you just yet. So I would ask you to bear with me for a few weeks. Or just get me very drunk.
Oh. I might need 99 people to help me. Especially ones with Oyster Cards. Yes, I thought that would interest you.
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