Black cab drivers, an aged zimmer frame user and a woman shopper combined to create an experience for me today that summed up the absolute best and worst of the Bush this evening.
Cue standing in front of the traffic and waving lines through only when was safe and holding others in my impression of a policeman which in most cases was accepted by the drivers who were good natured - it was obvious the old fella wasn't going anywhere fast. All except for one prat in a souped up wannabe sports car who beeped his horn. He got a special glare.
Eventually we got across the road, and then the other side too to the tube station side. The old bloke had an address scribbled on a piece of paper, and needed to get a cab. So with old bloke now on side of road, and school girl relieved of her duties, I tried hailing a black cab. Two went past without wanting to stop but then one did. I ran over to him, who assured me he'd wait even though the old guy was slow on his zimmer. Having run back to the old bloke who started his slow journey I saw the self same cab driver take on a passenger and drive away anyway.
At this point a woman shopper came over, apologising profusely - she'd tried to make him wait, she said, but he was having none of it. She offered to hail another one while we carried on our super-slow shuffle to the layby opposite the cafe. She found one, hailed him, and then I saw her hand something over. Yes, the cab driver had said he'd only wait if he could run the meter. So she gave him a £10 note.
Eventually we made it to the cab and in he got. And off they went. And that's the end of the story, really. Just a little snapshot of life in the Bush, probably replicated a thousand times across London. The low-lifes and the angels all mingling together but on completely different levels. If there's a middle ground, like most people, I fall into that - but it's reassuring people like that woman are around - if only to counteract the sort of people that obviously drive black cabs and souped up sports cars.