End of the week. Going backwards. Me and Britain.
Starting with today, because yesterday was grey, inside and out.
London Pride. A song by Noel Coward. And a parade today.
Found a bus stop, between Oxford Circus and BBC Broadcasting House.
Talked to my partners on the bench, a bus driver from Essex and her friend.
About driving buses and why she believed that Brexit was a class choice and that it was right.
Listened.
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before the parade looking one way |
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and the other |
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The new mayor of London leading the way |
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2016. The armed forces and the police. Out and marching with rainbow stripes on their faces |
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Patsy. From Ab Fab.You can never have too many . |
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Oarsmen. Well, maybe. |
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All the streets from Portland Place to Trafalgar Square. From Regent Street to St Martins Lane were for feet not wheels.
There was a woman who got on the bus with her young child who was crying and then was sick all over her and the seat. A girl pulled a package of tissues out of her bag and handed them over. The woman wiped and wiped, admonishing her child for not telling her that he didn't feel well. She looked up a the girl and said " I've used them all." "Don't worry." the girl said.
On the Tube. The morning commute. There was a woman coughing quietly.. Couldn't stop. Somewhere between coughing and choking. The girl next to her pulled a bottle of water from her bag and gave it to her. Coughing calmed. Nothing said. Girl would buy a new bottle of water. Lady would remember her kindness.
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