Flaming Nora

I like travelling by bus and have a favourite seat . One of the joys of bus travel is overhearing other people's conversations.  Well, when they're sat right beside you, or behind you, you simply have no choice but to ear-wig. Yesterday, two old men in flat caps and anoraks got on and sat behind me. The bus trundled past the huge - I mean huge - and somewhat controversial new Tesco Extra supermarket on the outskirts of town. Gadgee 1: Have you been to that new Tesco? Gadgee 2: No, I don't like Tesco. Pause Gadgee 2: Have you been to that new Tesco? Gadgee 1: No, I don't like Tesco either. Paue Gadgee 2: Has Tom been to that new Tesco? Gadgee 1: No, Tom's not been to Tesco. Tom doesn't like Tesco. So there you have it, a trio of Tesco disapprovals, and I'm not fond either. Mind you, it's not as good a bus conversation as my husband had with an old lady on the bus the other week. He took out his novel and started reading it and she str...

Why can't people in London use a bus properly? When they're not sitting on the outside seat, covering the seat by the window with their bag and being unsocial about letting anyone else sit there, then they're all squashed up together on the bottom deck when there's loads of empty seats upstairs. And no one says thank you to the driver, either. No one.

My favourite place to sit on a London bus is upstairs at the front. My second favourite is downstairs at the back, which is where I was today. Riding along in the bus, looking out of the window, I spotted celebrity chef Gary Rhodes walking along Oxford Street so I thought I’d blog him and add him to the growing list of celebs I’m spotting in London. Want to see who else I’ve seen? Have a look here , here and here , but only if you want to.