Buses. People. Eye contact. Bizarre clothes and odd behaviour.
have I got your attention yet?
Let me paint you a picture. It's a late-evening post rush hour bus, and everyone is doing what London people always do - zone out the rest of the world and pretend it doesn't exist. our basic ostrich mode.
Something happens ... an argument, a person with a tall orange hat, an orang-utan wearing bullet bandoliers, a pith helmet and a ukelele. Doesn't matter what, but OBSERVE...
NOBODY AIN'T SEEING NOTHING.
I've heard of crimes committed in broad daylight to a teenager standing in the middle of a crowded bus, and not a voice says boo. I have prsonally got onto a bus in armour,wearing so many swords , daggers and whatnot they were banging on the seats as I went past ... not a comment. Not a sqeak.
God bless the suburban London public, we're all doomed.