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But O the Banality!

On Wednesdays now I get the bus home. Today I was eavesdropping this young good looking pair, him in sportswear, her in fancy, I don’t think they actually were a couple (they were sitting across the aisle from each other) … Continue reading

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Fares Please!

Going up Hanley, duck? Get theesen on one of these. This is what a bus is supposed to look like, not these ‘First’ blobs we have to put up with today. See here for a splendid collection of what bus … Continue reading

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