Don't you just love travelling on the night bus home? For me it's usually a case of getting to Trafalgar Square from wherever the hell I've been, then cramming on the 88 to Clapham (pictured).
Last night it was particularly packed with particulalry drunk people. Unfortunately I wasn't adequately pissed to join in with the deeply philosophical discussions that were taking place. One woman kept asking me drunken questions: "Are we going saaaf of the river? ... Are you sure pal? ... I really don't give a toss so long as I'm gaaan saaf... Where are we now then?"
From upstairs came the sound of vomiting...