The tube strike didn't really affect me too badly, seeing as I don't live near a tube line, but it did provide me with an excuse to dawdle on the way to work for a few days. The sun made for quite a nice addition, as well as the opportunity to grab breakfast as I passed Elephant & Castle. I also snapped this sparsely manned picket-line - perhaps the strikers couldn't get to work either? Buses were not too problematic going into London as they all either pass London Bridge or Waterloo, but leaving work again was a slightly more annoying. Patiently waiting with several million other enforced users of the red-painted peasant-wagons, desperation grew, and eventually I gave up waiting for a 172 that would actually stop to let me on. So I opted for the 343 - and whilst it's claim that it did go to New Cross Gate proved true in the end - the journey took me through Peckham Rye, Nunhead, and then Brockley. Luckily, I was in no rush but getting home at 8.30pm after leaving the office at 6.30pm was a longer commute than I would prefer. Still, I spied a few nice pubs on the journey and learnt something about local buses.
