Fairycakes
Chestnut
I remember jumping on and off the platform when the bus was moving, or sometimes getting off at lights.
Ah, the good old days!
Yes, I left the heel of my new navy high-heeled shoes left behind, stuck on the platform one night in Hanley 😲
Chestnut
I remember jumping on and off the platform when the bus was moving, or sometimes getting off at lights.
Ah, the good old days! 
I remember them too.
We hired one for my daughter's London wedding to keep everyone together who arrived without their own transport - we used it to move from the ceremony to the reception.
It was pretty full (think it held 72??) and very jolly!
Great for this kind of thing.
We didn't have a "personalised" bus but we did have a man with a ticket machine!
routemasterbus.london/our-buses/classic-routemaster-buses/
I expect you all remember the old Routemaster buses, which I always knew as red double decker buses? My son and daughter-in-law booked one for their autumn wedding this year, and it really brought back memories. We were driven along the most scenic route and the smell of the bus and the position of the seats evoked memories of times gone by.
When I was little, my nan used to collect me from school at lunch time and take me home for lunch. Afterwards, we would catch the bus back again. (Poor nan; it must have been extra work for her because I refused to stay for school dinners - mainly because the school allowed the children to serve the dinners on each table and if a child didnt like you, they served you smaller portions 
). So, this day we were waiting for the bus. I always liked the bus conductor who had got to know us well and who always let me ride for free. He always wore an Esso badge on his conductor's jacket. This day a different conductor turned up and I refused to get on the bus because it was not the same conductor. The bus waited patiently, while my nan tried to coax me onto it. Then the conductor asked me why I liked the other conductor so much and I told him it was because he let me ride for free. Nan was mortified. She was probably worried that I had got the other conductor into trouble, but he smiled and said he would do the same 
.
We always sat downstairs, as nan was a large lady, with heart problems and would not have squeezed up the tiny curved stairs. But my aunty always took me upstairs and we would look out of the window as we rode along.
As a child my nan had given me a large red, wooden bus that had belonged to my uncle. It was exactly the same as the real thing. It even had the tiny stairs to the top level, and the mirror.
Do you remember rides on the old red bus? Do you have any stories to tell? Or maybe you were driven places instead?
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