Denise and Phil,
Amazing how a picture of the interior of our old buses evokes such memories. I guess all of us ex-smokers recall that ascent up the stairs on a cold, wet night, when the blue fog of cigarette smoke met you. Everyone coughing and spluttering, the old large format Birmingham Mail spread out by someone sitting next to you, and the conductor working his (or her) way up the bus collecting the fairs. the windows all steamed up, running with water. Magic then but I don't think I could cope with that now ! I'd be on those sideways seats downstairs where the draught in the winter nearly cut you in two.
Vin T
Great to see the Midland Red version of the dust jacket.
Brian