At the top of the Blogger screen there is a little button called 'Next Blog'. Pressing this can take you on a very interesting journey through the Blog-o-sphere, to places far far away.
This week I stumbled upon a blog that I don't think could even be comprehended in any other country. When you next find yourself in a foreign country, talking to a local, try describing the Great British hobby of, well let's give it the elevated term, 'Transport Appreciation' - Trainspotting, Planespotting, Busspotting to you and I. I guarantee it will be met with very blank looks and perhaps a little incredulity. The sort of incredulity that leads to jail terms if you happen to loiter around Greek airports.
Now this much maligned and mocked hobby has many dedicated followers and none more so than the Great British Bus Bloggers who stare down their naysayers and detractors and continue blogging the livery types and timetabling of British buses across the land. On their blog they talk of the complaints and intimidation they have endured from their colleagues who feel that photographing buses and drivers and noting down their comings and goings is an infringement of their civil liberties.
I think the Great British Bus Bloggers should be applauded if for nothing else than this. Very few people are able to combine their 9-5 (or in this case their 7.03-16.22) job with their other passions and interests in life without the one impeding the other. I suspect for these guys, the one facilitates the other, their passion in the subject enriching their job in a way that their colleagues may not understand nor indeed trust. My God, we may have actually met the only happy bus drivers in Britain!
So I may not understand it and I may also suspect (sorry guys!) that if you ever tried locating this eccentric British pastime on the autistic spectrum you may end up with a nasty twinge in your neck, but despite this I salute you, Bus Bloggers of East England, for your (in the words of George Galloway, who only used it to scunner the interpreters) 'indefatigability'.
So I may not understand it and I may also suspect (sorry guys!) that if you ever tried locating this eccentric British pastime on the autistic spectrum you may end up with a nasty twinge in your neck, but despite this I salute you, Bus Bloggers of East England, for your (in the words of George Galloway, who only used it to scunner the interpreters) 'indefatigability'.
So here's my homage to you. A Lothian livery No 34 next to the Edge of Darkness (on so many levels).
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