“The bus was always coming”

The bus appeared on the distant horizon, and one of the women, with the relief and disbelief that often accompanies the arrival of public transport said, ‘Oh look, the bus is coming.’ The other woman, seemingly aware that her words and attitude were potent and poetic enough to form the final sentence in a stranger’s book- paused, then said, ‘The bus was always coming.’

-Russell Brand, My Booky-Wook, his first memoir (I can’t wait to read the follow-up)