On the buses

Got the bus this morning and was taken aback. The driver was English. Now, before you scream Chakrabarti! Chakrabarti! I'm not being racist - some of my best friends are of an Eastern european extraction - it was just a bit of a shock to ask for the stop that I wanted and it being understood. I wondered to myself if this was the start of the mass exodus back to Poland? It certainly was nice to have the English chap drive for a change for two reasons, one he did not drive at breakneck speed and two, the bus was decently late, only five or ten minutes - just enough time for a scone and ginger beer instead of a flask of bloody borscht.