He gets on around the bit of the Finchley Road that connects to Hendon Way, our Bus Nutter. And it isn’t really Frognal and it isn’t really Cricklewood and it isn’t really West Hampstead, it’s the fuzzy weird bit in the middle where people get petrol and where they realise they are in the wrong lane for the A41. He looks entirely ordinary (AHA! Most of them do) and he gets on the bus very casually and normally. He is of average height and build and just sits on the upper deck. Then there is the catalyst.
The catalyst can be anything, really. It could, for example, be Wednesday. And then he will go downstairs and in his very very normal voice demand the driver to explain why it is Wednesday. He sounds ordinary, mundane and has an authoritative voice that lurks somewhere between Phil Mitchell and that bald bloke who does
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