I get on a big bendy 38 at Dalston Junction for the first time in a long time, and a woman is announcing to another woman, who may be someone or no-one in particular, that if she wants to get to King's Cross she should get off at the next stop and catch a 30. "If you want to know how to get somewhere, ask a woman," she continues. "If you ask a man, you'll end up in New York. Probably in a suitcase. Under the floorboards."
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