The 40 was definitely the first bus I would have taken on my own, from the Bottom Of The Hill in Finglas to Parnell St. and I hate that bus, I always will. There's nothing good about taking a disproportionate amount of time to get from one place to another on a second rate vehicle that's late half the time. The 83 was a late discovery for me. It went from just across the road from the 40 and landed me almost invariably closer to where I needed to go, the quays. That's a better bus by far actually.
Anyway, I hadn't intended on writing about all the different buses and why I like or dislike them suffice to say the 25's 66's 67's and more recently 46's have all taken decent chunks of my time with them. The point in this was this. Last night whilst traveling from Maynooth to Chapelizod at roughly half past ten I was struck, although not for the first time, by how much I enjoy being on the bus with my headphones on.
Obviously this can't be the case for rush hour buses leaving town or weekend buses heading in that way but when it's late and dark out or just empty in general, I love it.
Oh, and listen to Animals by Pink Floyd and Only Boundaries by Balance & Composure