436. 9pm. Top deck, halfway down on the right.
Overheard: two young women, possibly students at Camberwell Art College, chatting about one of their boyfriends.
‘He lives in St John’s Wood. It’s practically a long-distance relationship.’ ‘Well, it could be worse. It could be Kilburn.’ Then they both laughed like drains.
Ah, that good old north-south divide. It warms my cockles.