Podfic Strange Pilgrims

"Look, the whole of London's cracking up," she told him. "I'm finding it hard enough to work as it is without my commute being screwed up by the buses going on strike, and half my books turning into birds. That angel is wrecking everything, but in particular, my life - and you're too busy hating yourself to open your eyes and deal with it. I'm telling you, it has to stop.""Is that all still happening?" Crowley said vaguely. "But I found him.""Oh my God, you can tell you don't commute," Anathema said. "The buses went on strike, Mr. Crowley.""That's perfectly normal for London. You'll learn.""You're not listening! Not the drivers, the buses. They're organising - meeting in secret, holding little candlelight vigils. Nobody else really knows what's going on - everyone's just assuming it's, like, general TfL incompetence or something - but it's only a matter of time. So what are you going to do about it?""Er... have they submitted a list of their demands?" Crowley said helplessly.