I am regularly incensed, and rather than rant vocally I do so in rhyme. I sent you a poem about seagulls and bin bags a few years ago. Here’s one on the new buses (Services 11 and 16).
Once Lothian Transport was better by far
Than others in Scotland; sure beat a car.
But now the arrival of 100-seat buses
Is ruining that – here’s what the fuss is:
They’re not really friendly for blind, tall or old.
The back seats bump heads and the seating is cold
Where Door No. 2 wheechs in draughts of iced air.
If you’re in a buggy you now cannot share
A slot with a wheelchair. There just isn’t space
So your Mum has to walk, the rain in her face.
No bin for the rubbish, a daft-sounding bell.
The ‘out’ step is high, at times bin-blocked as well.
Who tried out these beasties, pronouncing them fit?
So many users are starting to quit
And seek out a bus that will take them aboard
Where access is possible, needs not ignored.
The drivers are wonderful, mostly, and so
We like to say thank you to them when we go.
But shouting’s a pain, it’s so far from Door 2
And people don’t like when they hold up a queue.
’Twas not a good bargain. Our views were not sought.
These buses are dreadful, should not have been bought.