The Bus Journey

From my archives (yes I do have archives):

- On a bus.

- Bus was good until a man sat in front of me and started fidgeting.  Tattoos, lots of sandwiches, a banana, and not wearing his seatbelt. 

- He is also wearing a chain neckace, and after listening in on his phone conversation, I have discovered that he is going to Glasgow and has a lady partner.

- Him.

- Selfie with the bus man:

 

- Bus man has chocolate. Can't see what kind, but I can sense that there is chocolate in the vicinity, and he seems the type to have something good like a snickers bar.

- He just looked directly at me.

- No one else on this bus has noticed bus man.

 

- Why are men on buses so weird?  A man just got onto my bus with a clear plastic bag filled with laundry, and the bag does not even have handles.  Sort it out, boys.

- Think bus man is asleep.  Trying to take a better selfie.

- Bus man was not asleep and caught me trying to take a selfie with him.  I put on a weird accent, and said I wanted a photo of mysef on a bus.  So he has taken a really bad photo of me on a bus:

 

- Changed buses, and so bus man and I have parted ways.  I am now on the luminous disco  bus sitting next to Mrs Chanel:

 

 

 

- Ugh am surrounded by the false hip 'n' lipstick bridgade.

 

- Too much perfume.  Too.  Much.  Perfume.

 

- MADE IT HOME.  Disembarked bus, and I now smell like Mrs Chanel.