It is (sometimes) salutary to see ourselves as other see us, if only via comments on the clemency of our weather. If you pursue the link to Disgruntled Commuter -right hand side of this page and look at the comments on the most recent rant the words' Berwick upon-Tweed' will leap out on you from someone with a obvious soft spot, presumably on or near the posterior-hence the rough Tweed fixation referred to. You will also see remarks about the local bus service which to someone used to the sophisticated and effete London public transport must seem a bit of a waste of (moving) space. Up to a point Lord Cropper. You can say what you like about the No 32 Bus-and if you are on board you will be talking to yourself-but not intergrated it isn't. It is carefully timed to coincide with at least one train if (a) not necessarily the train you want(b) Not necessarily with a train going in the direction you want but, you can bet your last Scottish Pound Note that within 20 minutes of your bus entering the building site which has been BOT railway station for the last year or so, at least a train will arrive(and stop moreover) Thats Northern common sense and sophistication for you.
