On the tube to Moorgate (a snatch of clear conversation caught between the carriage rattling):



Fella to his mate: "......he's loose. Really loose..."

Friday night, 21 bus from Monument:


Text 1 (to Greg): Darling. Hi. I'm sorry. will call you when home
Text 2 (to Greg): Je t'aime

On the 76 bus from Moorgate to Dalston Friday night:



A group of sixth-form kid-clubbers board: Yay! We're going to a marvellous party.