I’m standing at a particularly unglamorous bus stop in Glasgow’s city centre. It’s the second time I’ve been found feeling rather sorry for myself here, at this mid-evening hour, in the past month. In both cases it’s been after getting a train to my home city.
The last leg should be simple enough. It’s just one 10-minute train home, followed by a 10-minute walk. But then I’ve been thwarted time and time again by the wait of half an hour or more between trains. So it’s on to the ‘Four Corners’ bus stop, awaiting a privately-operated number 75 bus for a fare of £2.70 ($3.40) single.
