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I was gonna make a blog entry later tonight but if anything's worth blogging about it's this. On my way to go see a stand up comedian I had to get a bus I hadn't done before. I did so and was thusly proud of myself. Up until the point where the signs were reading wrong. Turns out I'd gotten the right bus but the wrong way so god knew where I was heading. An hour later I got off, stunned by the gorgeous architecture around me and wondering: "Okay, where do I go from here?", "When and where is the next bus?" and "Why is that guy playing bagpipes? Christ, how far have I travelled?"
I'm fortunate I'm now on a new bus heading the right way and it didn't cost a bit thanks to bus passes. All I have to say is that place had both the classiest Waterstones and the deepest WHSmiths ever. Seriously, just when I thought I was at the end it just kept going.
They ought to make a film about this. They could call it "An Unexpected Journey". Original idea do not steal
I ought to go now. Marcus Brigstocke beckons and the guy next to me keeps reading what I'm doing.
I'm fortunate I'm now on a new bus heading the right way and it didn't cost a bit thanks to bus passes. All I have to say is that place had both the classiest Waterstones and the deepest WHSmiths ever. Seriously, just when I thought I was at the end it just kept going.
They ought to make a film about this. They could call it "An Unexpected Journey". Original idea do not steal
I ought to go now. Marcus Brigstocke beckons and the guy next to me keeps reading what I'm doing.
