August Again

August 2^nd

This morning, on my travels, I have observed ignorance, violence & pure selfishness. Now, on my second bus, I see people sharing their soft-mints with total strangers, and with those humble chewy treats, they have just re-dressed the balance.

August 5^th

Due to a day of steady drizzle, the bus smells of damp dogs.

Later on August 5^th

After almost half an hour of human contortion, I have successfully made it back into my Pack-a-Mac.

August 6^th

I am a shadow of my former self! I arrived at the bus station at 9am but the electric doors did not open. I backed up & approached again from a different angle. I began to think I was in one of those films, like Bruce Willis, where you're dead but you don't realise. Then I discovered that the doors were merely broken, so I used the other ones. Oh, those obstacles that life puts before us.

Later on August 6^th

I just received a half price ticket from the bus driver in a prison contraband, back hand, 'say nothing' kind of way. For the return journey, I'll have to bring him a boiled sweet or a bar of soap, to show my gratitude.

Even later on August 6^th

We have a knitter on board.

August 7^th

Quite smug at choosing the best side of the bus for admiring the beautiful Derbyshire hills & lakes. No knitters on board today though.

Later on August 7^th

There's a boy on the bus, wearing a Burger King crown, doing his times tables out loud with a wide-eyed mania. This proves that fast food makes young children hyper-active & more interested in maths.

August 8^th

I just caught a middle aged, smartly dressed, man staring at me from the adjacent seat on the bus. Attempting to chastise with his eyebrows. Maybe I was thinking my thoughts out loud again?

August 9^th

On the road again... On a bus. Not just splayed out awaiting on-coming traffic like a pheasant. I am not road kill. I am a passenger.

August 10th

It appears that Sitting Bull is alive and well in Chesterfield.

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August 12^th

During my short journey from flat to bus station, I encountered four separate people sampling the early morning delights of Greggs the bakery. Three out of the four were munching loud & proud with their mouths wide open. Is there a new, 'don't chew your fruit pastel or lick yer jammy doughnut lips' style, Greggs challenge? Or were these people just dirty and wrong?

Later on August 12^th

My bus passed a little shop in Ripley earlier. It had wedding dresses in the window & a sign saying 'Just for Dogs'. After my initial surprise at the odd choice of advertising, I later realised that it's a local animal charity.

August 13^th

Either the bus has lost one of its wheels or the driver's skills are questionable. I fear my stomach may arrive at my destination before I do.

August 16th

Observing some interesting behaviour whilst waiting in a pub car park before opening time. May have witnessed a drug deal between two elderly ladies. Very suspicious.

August 18^th

I have sustained a bus related injury.

August 19^th

There is an array of aromas on the bus today and not one of them is pleasant.

August 20^th

Dear British Rail, if I give you lots of money, could you find me the filthiest train to sit on please?...Oh, you did.

A bit later on August 20^th

Sandwich choices from the tea trolley today are; Bacon, Chicken & Bacon or Bacon, Lettuce & Tomato. I have a rather smug packed lunch.

August 23^rd

I am on a bus which I do not frequent and the other passengers know it. Its a little like that moment in the bar when the music stops and everyone looks. A smile usually softens the mood...or possibly not

Later on August 23rd

The river runs red by the bus stop in Swansea.

Even later on August 23^rd

I've seen many a mohican in my time but never, until now, have I seen a fellow ginger sporting a mohican. It may be the first & the last.

August 30^th

It appears that even Welsh International, Dancer on Ice, Celeb Big Brother star and another fellow ginger - Gareth Thomas, is happy to share my standard class carriage. Keeping it real...train style.

August 31^st

Due to my fear of having smelly feet, my trainers are producing little talk clouds with every step I take. I may have over indulged on the talk. I have a talk problem.