Sat on a full National Express bus heading to Heathrow and its like a microworld as Ive counted 7 languages being spoken within my earshot.
I'd just love to ask everyone how they got here, where they're going. What brought them all to this bus at this moment in time and space.
But I won't. I shall sit enjoying listening to the guy behind from Cote d'Ivoire trying to chat up the young English lady next to him both using a mix of French and Spanish, I think they're having a polyglot off....
The Chinese girl sat next to me is snoring.
And now we've broken down and are parked on the hard shoulder :-(
C'est la vie. Could be a long night...
..and the guy behind is definitely not getting her number I sense.
