Saturday, 17 November 2012

It might be near Xmas but the bloody 37 bus doesn't think so. Arrive at bus stop for the ten to. Depart bus stop twenty past. What happened? Four 32s go by How nice. How bloody thoughtful. I couldn't have planned better myself. To cap it all the satellite tracking is superb. Says 3 min, 2 min then due. Then 12 min. Do you think that lump of robot on Mars has been hijacked by little green bus aliens and is controlling the times. Don't think so, that's in the realms of fantasy like running a decent bus service. To add insult to injury, it's now pissing down with rain, I walk 100 yards and an empty double decker strolls by, smirking....

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