BBC London covered this story at lunchtime. A blogger has got 3,000 unique visitors in the last few days (wow! - but it is, no doubt climbing, after being splashed over the TV news and today's Metro free paper) by having a rant about National Express on his blog - I hate National Express. He's even intimating "direct action" with a poll.
It's all a long way from Neil Hannon's ode to the eponymous company, which I provide by way of attempted balance:
National Express
Take the national express when your life’s in a mess
It’ll make you smile
All human life is here
From the feeble old dear to the screaming child
From the student who knows that to have one of those
Would be suicide
To the family man
Manhandling the pram with paternal pride
And everybody sings "ba ba ba da..."
We’re going where the air is free
On the national express there’s a jolly hostess
Selling crisps and tea
She’ll provide you with drinks and theatrical winks
For a sky-high fee
Mini-skirts were in style when she danced down the aisle
Back in ’63 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But it’s hard to get by when your arse is the size
Of a small country
And everybody sings "ba ba ba da..."
We’re going where the air is free
Tomorrow belongs to me
When you’re sad and feeling blue
With nothing better to do
Don’t just sit there feeling stressed
Take a trip on the national express
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