February 16, 2012 | Uncategorized | No Comments

One of the worst things that ever happened in the world, ever, was when they (and when we say they, we really mean it) got rid of our beloved Routemasters. Gone was the hop-on, hop-off life we had grown to love; gone were the conductors whom we had grown to be kind of fond of; gone were the funny wind-up windows that gave us frost-bite on our hair. And for why? In case stupid people fell out the back of them. Why can’t stupid people just get cabs? But after lots ‘n’ lots of talking and scribbling and power point presenting, Dear London is set to get the Routemaster back, albeit a post-modern twist on the Routemaster that people are already scoffing at. Just be grateful it isn’t a Bendy, h’okay?! They’re being rolled out on the No.38 route – a bus we know well, because when we’re waiting for the No.55 we see at least 172 of them whizzing by, peopled by Islington residents busy plaiting each other’s hair – and we don’t care what anybody says, we already kind of love them.