Another good thing about buses in the old days was the occasional attractive clippie you used to see. There was one flame-haired temptress who used to regularly work the Black Dog-Forts Arms run (route No. 1, as all owd Accringtonians will know). I used to gaze at her longingly as she sashayed up and down the aisle in her black ACT uniform with red trim, although the only conversation I ever managed was, "One to the hospital, please."
