Monday, 23 July 2012

Monday 23rd

There's an unspoken 'knowing' feeling at the stop among the 37 passengers. Not will it be late, but how late....will it be really late or just a bit. How clapped out will it be..worse still, how big will it be. It won't be the double decker because they are only used in off peak times, obviously. Will it be the hopper or the company unicycle today, who knows. Oh great. It has just crept around the corner like a naughty child and guess what, it's the hopper, how marvellous. And It's full. Not only that but it's boiling. No ventilation. It's like being on a bus to outer Mongolia. I think if I close my eyes and count to 10, the Red Lion will appear on the horizon...Can't though, someone's trainers stink

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