CHAPTER 2: THE JOURNEY..................
BAXT QUICKLY RAN OUT OF the shop and made it just in time to hop on bus number 63 headed southeast. The arterial pulse of London traffic had just started to quicken like blood flowing through the veins of an ancient beast of stone, steel and concrete.
London was a huge beehive and after working hard all day, the bees were buzzing home: to eat, to bathe, to tend to their larvae-children, to relieve themselves, to enjoy, to pleasure themselves, to f**k. Some walked, some drove; others, in vast swarms, would be ushered onto buses or into the many mouths of that cavernous, serpentine beast called the Underground, to be regurgitated at the end of their journeys.
But London was also something else, a courtesan of the highest order, folding up her fan o
