#102 Ghost Bus Tours
What’s sillier than a night of Halloween power ballads? A tour on the black Routemaster they call the Ghost Bus. A video camera beams the tour guide’s talk to the front of the bus, and lets the tour feature some dubious shenanigans in which OH NOES BUS ITSELF HAUNTED, with some good light-hearted visual scares and a mildly traumatic final chapter. It’s no Punchdrunk Theatre, but it does make use of the tiny space no ‘audience’ can see – the stairs at the back of the routemaster – to conjure up an enjoyably daft ghost story of its own.
As a ghost tour, it’s not particularly inspired – this is really more of a standard-issue central London tourist bus with some added spooky music, really. “There’s the Houses of Parliament! Woooohhhh!” But there is a short trip to Cock Lane, where Scratching Fanny tormented a Victorian family. No, really.
The worst thing of all? They didn’t make us shout “Who you gonna call? GHOST BUS TOURS!”. Dah.