Fares please

fares please                fares please face

When I was young enough not to know any better I thought being a bus conductor would be a fab job with the big hat and the clippie machine and ringing my bell all day – well I was only 7!

The clippies I remember as a child were of two distinct types:  the males were almost all tall and skinny, the hat was too big and the jacket too small, or vice versa; the women were all small and round with some quite alarming hair colours/styles.   A gravity-defying beehive (covered with a hair-net) was not unknown.

They looked a lot more fun than they actually were, but they did put up with an awful lot as I’m sure you can imagine.