There was me minding my own business on the 185 tonight, when a pretty girl got on at Pimlico and sat almost opposite me When the person sitting directly opposite me got off, she moved over. (I suspect to get the corner seat and lean on the window rather then anything else) She knows who she is, (if she doesn't she was reading the third Millennium book - which you will enjoy) The problem is I don't know who she is. Maybe next time you get on and sit opposite one of us should say hello as I think you got off the bus in the SE22 area, but I got off just before you. That is the problem with being a Cat in a Hot Tin Bus, curiosity will get the better of me. Yours Mr Curious Cat.