Starting today's blog entry with a song title, not overly sure what that suggests about tonight; but that song has one of tangiest introductions of any song, ever, period.
I think I'll kick off tonight's rant with a nod to Wednesday, buses, public transport once again, now as anyone unlucky enough to catch a bus after about 10 'o clock should understand, the experience is painful, clip to the bottom of your manhood painful, that type of pain that strikes late at night, or in a drunken stupor, can only be expressed with a yelp of "f***ing hell! t**t! c**t! s**t!" and a dirty look thrown at the skirting board in question. I digress.
The bus ride in question though, made me wonder, what exactly, is it about the bus drivers taking the night shift that makes them exponentially happier than the chap's taking the sunshine shift, I think its the notion of fraternity that the bus shares at that time of night, much like when the bus breaks down, or it starts to snow, everyone looks out for each-other, suddenly the angry pseudo-foreigner reading the Metro becomes the frantic texter, the grubby children become the panicked and hushed; and the average joe, seasoned (but mentally sound) bus riders (such as you and me) are all subconcisiously united in the knowledge that our plans have all gone tits up and this breaks down those awkward social faux-pas' that we put up in order to go about or journeys unhindered.
Still with me?
No?
Don't think that all my posts are public-transport-related rants, they will change eventually, this just seems to be a recurring theme recently, I believe they're called motif's.
I think I'm going to end tonight's post with a song, and I think this should be a feature that I regularly adopt, it only seems fitting today that we end with Can You Dig It by the Mock Turtles.
...Because I certainly can.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RyS1DJvFpI
Sunday 31 July 2011
Wednesday 27 July 2011
Don't Get Me Wrong, But...
Why bother with an introduction, you don't need to know who I am, nor vice versa, what matters is that you're here, so we've connected mutually on a level which can be explored further as you decide to read on, or close this window and get back to being as uninteresting as the rest of us.
Christ, I sound like a miserable bastard, but don't worry, everything is up from here, and as you've made it this far, consider yourself a friend of mine, not a good friend mind, not the type of friend that storms in uninvited and drinks you out of cheap, diet, supermarket "cola" - no - consider me the type of friend that feigns interest as you explain to me, in great detail, your sexual exploits and washout of a weekend.
Anyhow, as you're here, make yourself comfortable, I'll offer you a drink, you'll ask "what have you got?" and after explaining the small range of beverages on offer, you'll make an arbitrary decision based on whatever name you managed to understand through my mumbled, yet well spoken allure!
This is becoming awkward, so I'll break into an anecdote in order to break the tension:
I've noticed that, recently in a stroke of amazing short-sightedness, many of the Double Decker buses that run the main bus route between my town and Manchester have been replaced with single decks, why? Shit will go down, you've managed to skimp on seating in order to (I assume) save money (as I'm fairly certain these buses are cheaper to run) on the same day that the holding pen for the Jeremy Kyle show decided to take a day trip...
It should be noted, I detest public transport in these situations, normally I have no problem, I embark on my vehicular adventure unhindered and usually take to the top deck, shove my earbuds in and enjoy the company of The Strokes as I make my way towards town, sharing my adventure with one or two other people, the generic foreign bloke that reading the Metro and the disturbingly delirious old man, with his special brew equipped (Which coincidentally, gives a 2+ Charisma Bonus)
But today, I find myself wound up, sat with half a cheek on the seat as the rotund bird next to me enjoys her own and the majority of mine, whilst children crawl up and down a moving bus, turning to me in awe at the bright colours of my album art and covering both my possessions and my person in that grubbyness that a certain brand of children seem to possess....
...See I said it only got better, anyway, thankyou for reading this far, we might just see another entry later in the week; now pour yourself another drink of your choice, and make yourself scarce, but be sure to come back, old buddy, old pal!
Christ, I sound like a miserable bastard, but don't worry, everything is up from here, and as you've made it this far, consider yourself a friend of mine, not a good friend mind, not the type of friend that storms in uninvited and drinks you out of cheap, diet, supermarket "cola" - no - consider me the type of friend that feigns interest as you explain to me, in great detail, your sexual exploits and washout of a weekend.
Anyhow, as you're here, make yourself comfortable, I'll offer you a drink, you'll ask "what have you got?" and after explaining the small range of beverages on offer, you'll make an arbitrary decision based on whatever name you managed to understand through my mumbled, yet well spoken allure!
This is becoming awkward, so I'll break into an anecdote in order to break the tension:
I've noticed that, recently in a stroke of amazing short-sightedness, many of the Double Decker buses that run the main bus route between my town and Manchester have been replaced with single decks, why? Shit will go down, you've managed to skimp on seating in order to (I assume) save money (as I'm fairly certain these buses are cheaper to run) on the same day that the holding pen for the Jeremy Kyle show decided to take a day trip...
It should be noted, I detest public transport in these situations, normally I have no problem, I embark on my vehicular adventure unhindered and usually take to the top deck, shove my earbuds in and enjoy the company of The Strokes as I make my way towards town, sharing my adventure with one or two other people, the generic foreign bloke that reading the Metro and the disturbingly delirious old man, with his special brew equipped (Which coincidentally, gives a 2+ Charisma Bonus)
But today, I find myself wound up, sat with half a cheek on the seat as the rotund bird next to me enjoys her own and the majority of mine, whilst children crawl up and down a moving bus, turning to me in awe at the bright colours of my album art and covering both my possessions and my person in that grubbyness that a certain brand of children seem to possess....
...See I said it only got better, anyway, thankyou for reading this far, we might just see another entry later in the week; now pour yourself another drink of your choice, and make yourself scarce, but be sure to come back, old buddy, old pal!
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