Two Buses

Bus 1
I've been working in Soho, a trendy area of London near Oxford Circus tube station. I've experimented with the various ways of making it there and back from my neighbourhood, and one morning took the #12 bus, which takes me from Peckham to Oxford Circus in about 45 minutes. It was crowded (as usual), a bit hot that morning, and tensions are running high due to bombings - I think. But I couldn't have been prepared for the fight that broke out - the first I've ever seen between two women! Things quickly escalated from an accidental elbow in the back to a slap in the head and a wild offensive attack by the slapped. Full on screaming and arms a flailing. Amazing! No cat scratching, just a full on fight.
And one of them women (the guilty crazier one, I think) had her 8-year old daughter with her, who was crying of course from the intensity of the scene. Poor thing.
No, it's not dangerous on buses for you or for me, but this is the sort of bizarre thing I see from time to time. Bitch fight!

Bus 2
I was walking near the Angel tube station the other day, when the bus drove by.
The bus.
The one that was bombed in the July 7 attacks at Tavistock Square.
It was covered in a blue tarp, and surrounded by a police escort. Later that day the news reported that it had been moved to an undisclosed location for more forensic examinations. I was standing in the middle of a crowd of people at a stoplight when it went by. The mood was palpably tense and someone whispered "that's the bus" as it went by.
Just a small example of how things occasionally hit home.
A reminder, when the everyday of London life rules, that something significant has happened.