There was a sense of occasion in this bus traveller last Saturday, his wheelie bag, black suit jacket and bolo tie with its golden longhorn cincture,  implying that he was going somewhere special. The beanie was pulled down past his ears, a little over his forehead, and he was wearing what I call Steptoe gloves which might be more politely known as mittens. The express sketch is the bluntest of blunt instruments, more a prompt for remembering than any sort of facsimile. Wherever he was going I hope he got there safely, no doubt he would arrive quite a bit too early.