73. 6pm. Top deck, halfway down on the left.
We pulled in to Euston bus station. From my seat I could see down to a small crowd of people waiting for other buses going north. A woman in her mid-thirties came around the corner and walked past the crowd. She had extremely large, pale breasts which looked ready to bounce out of her low-cut summer dress. They were like mounds of panna cotta. As she walked past, I saw every head in the crowd turn, as if in slow motion. You could practically see the individual thought-bubbles, joining together to form a jazz lyric: Look over here darling / Lucky for some / Well, if you’ve got it… / And you certainly do / Yeah! / Feed me Mama! / You gotta nerve showing off like that… The breasts, and the woman, just ignored the heads. They were travelling by train.
What? I’m just telling you what I saw!