On the train (High Wycombe to Marylebone) Friday evening:



schoolboy 1: I need a fucking wank
schoolboy 2: You need a fucking wank now

On the train (Marylebone-High Wycombe), Friday morning:



Man 1: Now and again I dip into the red
Man 2: Ouch

On the 76 bus (from Bank) Monday evening:



I think he's on heat.

Waiting for the 76 bus, N1 to Bank (Friday morning):



Foreman to Polish builder: So, do you have a girlfriend...or a boyfriend?
Polish Builder: Yes

On the 76 bus, Fleet St to Old St (Friday evening):



Guy 1: It was a gay orgy organised by a German lord.
Guy 2: How many peope do you need to have an orgy anyway?

On the Northern Line, Old Street to Bank (Sunday lunchtime):



Woman: My feet ache a lot more since having the baby

On the 76, Sat night (Aldwych to Old St):



Boy 1: So were you drunk then?
Boy 2: Yes, but I hide my drinking from my boyfriend

On the 21 bus (to Bank), Thursday morning:



The chap I was seeing at the time was shagging his ex in between us. That was Mark.

On the 76 bus (to Bank, Wednesday morning):



You can't go to your Christmas party and not drink

On the 21 bus (Old St to Bank), Wednesday morning:



I can't imagine Mark doing anything like that. He's all about social propriety.

On the 21 Bus, Tuesday evening (Bank to Old St):



It's a wee bit lumpy

On the 76 bus, Old St to Fleet St (Tuesday morning):



[chav girl on the phone, after 3 minutes + of talking]
Oh shit, I've dialed the wrong number

On the Central Line, Bond Street to Bank (Tuesday Evening):



I'd put him next on my list of people to do

On the Central Line, St. Paul's to Bond Street (Friday afternoon):



This is your art?

On the 21 bus, by the Bank of England, Wednesday morning:



Bethnal Green. It isn't too far. But it's a pain in the arse to get to.

On the 76 bus from St Paul's to Moorgate, Tuesday evening (boys who were coming from the gym):



I've topped four times in five days

Overheard at Notting Hill Carnival (Monday) - girl speaking to another girl:

'he's such a teaser!!'

(Click on the pic to reveal contributor).

On the number 4 bus (Upper Street to Fleet Street), Saturday morning:



We shared a fairly frantic tumble

On the 21 bus (still heading home from Moorgate, 23 August):



No point in thinking, I'll carry on my drinking

On the 21 bus (Wednesday evening, Moorgate to home):



I don't know why I don't like all my friends