I'm old enough for Routemasters to have been a routine part of my life in the years I lived in London (1975 to 1990). I even hired one once as part of a protest against Livingstone's "Fares Fare" scheme being declared illegal. So, though transport nostalgia isn't really my thing, I decided to read this. And I did enjoy it! Normally I'm not keen on books full of knowing jokes, but somehow the humour in this one entertained me throughout. All part of Routemaster nostalgia, I guess.