Having boarded my routine No 24 bus from Whitehall to Pimlico this evening, the passengers were aroused from their apathy by a sudden stop. This was followed by an announcement from the latin driver that sounded just like a blueberry muffin recipe. When I challenged the driver face to face, he instructed us all to get off as the bus was being diverted, or terminated, or something. Just before departure, I had to ask if the driver recommended that the blueberrries were sliced or kept whole, given the predominance of blue colouring that often results. Amazingly, he said 'sliced', then drove off!