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speculative bus travel

I have a minor phobia of unknown bus routes. If I know and trust a bus route, travel by bus is fine. But taking a route for the first time is fraught with fears: Am I on the right bus? Will I know where to get off? Am I heading in the right direction?

To combat this, I occasionally adopt a course I call "speculative bus travel". The idea is to find a bus that looks like it's going in roughly the right direction - at least it might have a vaguely familiar name on its destinations list - and get on it. If it seems to be going too far astray, get off. Rinse, repeat.

I went from Tottenham Court Road to Aldwych via the British Museum. Not bad, route-wise, although I think there are more direct buses.

Still, at least you get to see bits of London you'd normally miss.

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eat like an eagle

We ate lunch at the Eagle Bar Diner on Rathbone Place. Sara had a hankering for pancakes and streaky bacon with maple syrup.

It's a nice place, although the service was almost as slow as its Flash-ridden website. A tad expensive, but my burger was one of the nicest I've had for a long while. Tootsies might well do a comparable one - I've only had their chicken and bacon sandwich, though.

Tootsies claim to serve "real food for real people"; they evidently leave serving real food to fake people to other restaurants. But I digress.

The burger also came with a large metal spike driven through it, which was handy. I feel the need to own some metal spikes now. The barbecue is calling me.

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