Random notices #9

Well that depends on whether you are wear­ing boots, of course. But I am still in a mood.

[Kicks bus.]

Big red double deck Brit­ish bus is con­sidered glam­or­ous for a ny-er. Actu­ally any­thing that is for­eign can denote glam­our because we are really chil­dren who are always intrigued by the unfamiliar.

Still has a bit more some­thing or other than small town tar­nish, though.

oh, a bus.

*DO* f*** off, kindly.

thank you.

oh, um…

“Dis­claimer”

W**kingf**ka**eb*****dings**temongrel bus.

that is all.

oi oi.

i think i’m hav­ing a con­ver­sa­tion with myself in a com­ments page on a ran­dom site on the internet.

oh lord.

can any­one donate me a white coat? the big red bus ran over mine and dragged it along the street for a mile.

Looks like my old school bus. I grew up in Hicksville…

It’s okay Miles Away, I have a nice jacket for you. Oh look, it fits.

Are you try­ing to lure us to ride the bus with you? Hmmm?

What an old trick.
x

Ani — Ooh, you’re so grumpy! There there, dear.

blue­seaurchin — It’s recip­rocal. I con­sider a yel­low NYC cab far more evoc­at­ive than a Lon­don black cab. Not to men­tion more access­ible for Lurch.

Melo­grana — Ah, this is true. Well, unless it’s a very small town and it’s a house and cart.

Miles Away — I am shocked. Shocked and hor­ri­fied. Is this the same per­son who writes all those lovely poems on that blog Abso­lutely Eff­ing Miles Away, Innit?

Lil­li­pilli — I like Hicks­ville. Every­body knows every­one else. Some­times intim­ately. Oh no, wait, that was my hometown.

Miss July — Um, I have no com­ment to make.